The Ballad of Kaytee Pryce Lyrics

Adieu adieu hard was my fate

My life undone by just one mistake

By false allurements which did me entice

And caus ed me to take bad advice

My true love he be a bosoms man

And I tries to please im any way I can

And with a handsome pair being well endowed

The finest brace to make any girl proud

Which makes me now to lament and say

Pity the fate of young felons all

Willow day oh willow day

But being ill content and of tender years

A foolish course my ship would steer

Enhancement I sought for my true loves whim

You can't have too much of such a fine thing

I found a willing seamstress with the necessary skill

With thread and needle shed my dreams fulfil

With pigs bladders and salt water to expand

Two for the price of one but cash in hand

Which makes me now to lament and say

Pity the fate of young felons all

Willow day oh willow day

But being but a girl of slender means

And full twenty guineas charg ed for her fees

And not having the wherewithal to pay

I would needs go a robbing on the Kings highway

I robbed Lord Bristol I do declare

And with me pistols gave im quite a scare

I paid me money I took me chance

All for the course of true love to advance

Which makes me now to lament and say

Pity the fate of young felons all

Willow day oh willow day

My true loves face lit up with surprise

At my bouncing beauties full bulged his eyes

But pride cometh before a fall they say

Which leaveth me for to rue the day

At the height of our passion love and kissing

I heard a strange and woeful hissing

His ardent groping sad to relate

Had caus ed my left side for to deflate

Which makes me now to lament and say

Pity the fate of young felons all

Willow day oh willow day

Now all my dreams they punctured lie

Gone is my beautiful symmetry

Uneven I remain alas alack

I'm going to sue that shyster for my money back

Adieu adieu hard was my fate

My life undone by just one mistake

By false allurements which did me entice

And caus ed me to take bad advice

Which makes me now to lament and say

Pity the fate of my poor melons all

Willow day oh willow day