Kitty Jay - Seth Lakeman

Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty cast away,
This silent prayer it should paint some peace
on her grave,
Something broke her sleep.

Poor Kitty Jay such a beauty thrown away,
So young and fair now she`s turned to dust,
and clay,
Terror broke her sleep.

Never guessed unto her cold end,
Call the Devil her only friend,
Never guessed it with his bare hands,
Call the Devil the mark of man.

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