The Wayward Boy

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The Wayward Boy  

I walk the street with a tap to my feet,
I heard a voice above me.
A lovely maid looked out and said,
"I need some one to love me."

Says I, "My dear, you needn't fear,
For I have heard your pleading.
You'll find your joy with the Wayward Boy,
He's got just what your needing."

"I've heard of you, my Wayward Boy,
Your name is far exalted.
But I won't come down, I can't come down,
My bedroom door is bolted.

My father is a minister,
My maidenhead doth cherish.
Nightly he does lock me in,
So lonesome I will perish."

The fence was small, I shinnied up the wall;
I stood there right beside her.
With some alarm, she lifted up her arm,
To grab some clothes to hide her.

Says I, "Young maid, don't be afraid,
Your future can be thrilling.
If you are one who likes a bit of fun,
The Wayward Boy is willing.

She jumped in bed, pulled the covers overhead,
And said I couldn't find her.
She knew damn well, she lied like hell,
So I jumped right in behind her.

I shoved my chest up to her breast,
I shook her like a toy.
When I hit the bell, she knew damn well,
Why they call me the Wayward Boy.

Well the bed broke down; I landed on the ground;
Her father came a-gunning.
I jumped through the glass and landed on my ass;
I got to my feet a-running.

As on I sped, I turned my head,
And a shotgun blast did blind me.
For weeks in bed, I was picking out the lead,
With a mirror held behind me.

Some years went by, I woke up with a sigh,
As fancy did remind me.
So one fine day, I made my way,
To the girl I left behind me.

She was still locked in, away from sin,
She didn't look much older,
But she had five girls, seven little boys,
And a baby on her shoulder.


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