My poet my brother the wicked child
Who wrote his verse to tame the wild
His song was terrifying true 'cause all that love had 
gone
The ink that sweats beneath his eyes spoke of pain where 
comfort lies
And I watched him pen a perfect sonnet even as he cried
Oh, merciful love of mine
Would you be so kind?
It should not hurt but if it does to leave this wretch 
behind
After the winter returned her linen gown
She asked 'My lord, why am I plain?'
With no fair smile and by my sword unsatisfied was slain
The crowning nymph that she would have all bloody and 
bare with violet hair
It was enough to convince Maybell that she was but a maid
Oh, beautiful friend of mine
Would you be so kind?
It should not hurt but if it does
To leave this wretch behind you
Oh, yeah
Oh, no
Oh, yeah
It's all, it's all, it's all I could afford