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It was late last night when the boss came home To a deserted mansion and a desolate throne Servant said: “Boss, the lady’s gone She left this morning just ‘fore dawn.” “You got something to tell me, tell it to me, man Come to the point as straight as you can” “Old Henry Lee, chief of the clan Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand” The boss he lay back flat on his bed He cursed the heat and he clutched his head He pondered the future of his fate To wait another day would be far too late “Go fetch me my coat and my tie And the cheapest labour that money can buy Saddle me up my buckskin mare If you see me go by, put up a prayer” (The Boss) Well, they rode all night, and they rode all day Eastward, long down the broad highway His spirit was tired and his vision was bent His men deserted him and onward he went He came to a place where the light was dull His forehead pounding in his skull Heavy heart was racked with pain Insomnia raging in his brain Well, he threw down his helmet and his cross-handled sword He renounced his faith, he denied his lord Crawled on his belly, put his ear to the wall One way or another put an end to it all He leaned down, cut the electric wire Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire Peered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two It was hard to tell for certain who was who He lowered himself down on a golden chain His nerves were quaking in every vein His knuckles were bloody, he sucked in the air He ran his fingers through his greasy hair They looked at each other and their glasses clinked One single unit, inseparably linked “Got a strange premonition there’s a man close by” (Henry Lee) “Don’t worry about him, he wouldn’t harm a fly” (The Wife) From behind the curtain, the boss he crossed the floor He moved his feet and he bolted the door Shadows hiding the lines in his face With all the nobility of an ancient race She turned, she was startled with a look of surprise With a hatred that could hit the skies “You’re a reckless fool, I could see it in your eyes To come this way was by no means wise” (The Wife) “Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench And cover your face or suffer the consequence You are making my heart feel sick Put your clothes back on, double-quick” (The Boss) “Silly boy, you think me a saint I’ll listen no more to your words of complaint You’ve given me nothing but the sweetest lies Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes” (The Wife) “I’d have given you the stars and the planets, too But what good would these things do you? Bow the heart if not the knee Or never again this world you’ll see” (The Boss) “Oh, please let not your heart be cold This man is dearer to me than gold” (The Wife) “Oh, my dear, you must be blind He’s a gutless ape with a worthless mind” (The Boss) “You’ve had your way too long with me Now it’s me who’ll determine how things shall be” (The Wife) “Try to escape,” he cussed and cursed ‘You’ll have to try to get past me first” (The Boss) “Do not let your passion rule You think my heart the heart of a fool And you, sir, you can not deny You made a monkey of me, what and for why?” (The Boss) “I’ll have no more of this insulting chat The devil can have you, I’ll see to that Look sharp or step aside Or in the cradle you’ll wish you’d died” (Henry Lee) The gun went boom and the shot rang clear First bullet grazed his ear Second ball went right straight in And he bent in the middle like a twisted pin He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head He gripped the chair and he grabbed the bed It would take more than needle and thread Bleeding from the mouth, he’s as good as dead “You shot my husband down, you fiend” (The Wife) “Husband? What husband? What the hell do you mean? He was a man of strife, a