Unwed Henry American Murder Song

Cleaned his fingers with a knife
My darling
And went out dressing for a wife
Oh, my pretty darling

Silver songs swung from his belts
Dangling, tangling
He waded through the tusks and pelts
Oh, my pretty darling

Six he shot her with a wink
My darling
Sat her down beside his drink
Oh, my pretty darling

Her legs a kicking tyre swing
Dangling, tangling
Toes hung by a stocking string
Oh, my pretty darling

With tender blades he flowered her
My darling
Carved her in the balsam fir
Oh, my pretty darling

He drew the veils closed on her cheeks
Dangling, tangling
Married her down by the creek
Oh, my pretty darling