Suspicion

Come, good fellows, join me while I tell a tale of lies

Of murder and deceit, you hear, it must be fate's design

That I should share a drink or five with brothers at the bar

And entertain and ascertain near and far

I've come here to investigate a crime of passions high

Two murdered lovers who in heaven's halls now quiet lie

A rake was taken to their heads, before they said amen

In fire they were entrapped and in flames they perished then

Bring us more beer, my friends are thirsty

Pour us a pint of that black stuff on me