Lyrics

As I rode out through that sweet-scented valley That runs by the printworks in Blackwatertown I met a young maid who was proofing a galley Who would ask me to help her find her way down Who knew that my love would take me to the cleaners When I put a few pennies into her purse? Now when I look back on that slight misdemeanor I see I was paying up front for my hearse When mutton is led like a lamb to the altar There's just no use crying over spilt milk The storm clouds fill out when the mercury falters For that purse was a pig's ear rather than silk She vowed that such matters were all immaterial That our bad behaviour was all in good fun But fun has a way of becoming funereal The horses fall short in the not-so-long run So bring me two pintos for one painted lady Bring me two chestnuts for her hair And bring me two bays for her dealings so shady And bring me two blacks for her black underwear As I ride out through that sweet-scented valley That runs by the printworks in Blackwatertown If I meet a young maid who's proofing a galley I'll ask her to help me find my way down