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Sweet Rosalie

de American Murder Song

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

I fetched her out of a tree with a cane
I fetched her out of a tree with a cane
Then combed out the hornets and covered her stains
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

Love is a white room that cures every ill
The thicker the heart, the stronger the pill
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
I'm mad about her and she's crazy for me

Men in long coats came with scissors and soap
Men in long coats came with scissors and soap
Then dragged her away by a mule and a rope
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

She kissed me once through the wood of her cage
She kissed me once through the wood of her cage
Then left a piece of her tooth in my leg
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

Love is a white room that cures every ill
The thicker the heart, the stronger the pill
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
I'm mad about her and she's crazy for me

They say she strangled Black Dougherty's cat
They say she strangled Black Dougherty's cat
But her calico bonnet looked nothing like that
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

And more that she bludgeoned her pa in his bed
And more that she bludgeoned her pa in his bed
But that could have been anyone wearing his head
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

Love is a white room that cures every ill
The thicker the heart, the stronger the pill
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
I'm mad about her and she's crazy for me

The old virgins fingered and cried she was lost
The old virgins fingered and cried she was lost
But who wouldn't moan if they played with a cross?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

Counselor promised her tweed alibis
Counselor promised her tweed alibis
But showed up to court late in a sack full of flies
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

Love is a white room that cures every ill
The thicker the heart, the stronger the pill
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
I'm mad about her and she's crazy for me

They lost her in jail and my guts hit the floor
They lost her in jail and my guts hit the floor
All the guards dead asleep with their heads in the door
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

I cooked a partridge to mark her return
I cooked a partridge to mark her return
I pushed in her chair, brushed the bugs from her waist
Unbuckled the straps just to gaze at her face
Then blew on her spoon and offered a taste
I napkined her chin as she drooled bone and paste
How sweetly she pushed my cheek into the vase
Then snatched up the knife and 'round the table we chased
She giggled and jabbed as wine sprayed on the lace
'Till my heart gave in after giving the race
She settled herself on my lap and screamed grace

I'm mad about her and she's crazy for me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?
No one can love her half as much as me
What have they done to my Sweet Rosalie?

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