Have mercy on me, sir
  Allow me to impose on you
  I have no place to stay
  And my bones are cold right through
  I will tell you a story
  Of a man and his family
  And I swear that it is true
  Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
  She was a sweet and happy thing
  Her eyes were bright blue jewels
  And we were married in the spring
  I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
  Or what life had in store
  But all things move toward their end
  All things move toward their their end
  On that you can be sure
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  Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
  And for many days to follow
  She grew so sad and lonely
  Became Joy in name only
  Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
  And a dark and grim force set sail
  Farewell happy fields
  Where joy forever dwells
  * Hail horrors hail *
  Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
  As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
  Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
  Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
  Well, could it be?
  How often I've asked that question
  Well, then in quick succession
  We had babies, one, two, three
  We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
  They were their mother's children
  Their eyes were bright blue jewels
  And they were quiet as a mouse
  There was no laughter in the house
  No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
  "No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
  Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
  I was visiting a sick friend
  I was a doctor then
  Joy and the girls were on their own
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  Joy had been bound with electrical tape
  In her mouth a gag
  She'd been stabbed repeatedly
  And stuffed into a sleeping bag
  In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
  Method of murder much the same as my wife's
  Method of murder much the same as my wife's
  It was midnight when I arrived home
  Said to the police on the telephone
  Someone's taken four innocent lives
  They never caught the man
  He's still on the loose
  It seems he has done many many more
  Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
  The police are investigating at tremendous cost
  In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
  That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
  The wind round here gets wicked cold
  But my story is nearly told
  I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
  And so I've left my home
  I drift from land to land
  I am upon your step and you are a family man
  Outside the vultures wheel
  The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
  And to extend this small favour, friend
  Would be the sum of earthly bliss
  Do you reckon me a friend?
  The sun to me is dark
  And silent as the moon
  Do you, sir, have a room?
  Are you beckoning me in?
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