Form a ring and wind and twine

Round the ol' grape vine

Heavy on the wire from the house

Salt the cow and kill the calf

Meet yer lonesome with a once and a half

Gents on the east and ladies on the south



The solemn boy carries his silver damage

Sold but for, the number and the image



His eyes have saddened making wine from the stems

Empty ears longing for the wood and the skins

Paper yellowed from the salt and the failure



When he sings he slurs