Vinegar Tom

Oh Vinegar Tom, does the dark, cold, night,
make your dog bones, shake and rattle?

Oh Vinegar Tom, the water's frozen over,
we could limp across the river, crawl away.

There's no love or kin who can hold me here,
just you, you pretty, wretched hound.

We could tumble down the banks, and skid between the boats,
and pray the ice will hold us.

When you get old, baby,
the black days disappear.
When you get old, baby,
you won't be shaking with the fear.
Just close your eyes, baby,
and dream of life after the war.
I'm just old honey,
but I was young before.

There was a pox upon the children, a blight upon the land,
a curse upon the animals, no blood upon my hands.

We could tumble, we could fall,
and nobody would notice at all.
When you get old, baby,
the black days disappear.
When you get old, baby,
you won't be shaking with the fear.
Just close your eyes, baby,
and dream of life after the war.
I'm just old honey,
but I was young before.

And all my friends have just upped and died,
or turned away, or weren't friends anyway.

And all my friends have just upped and died,
or turned away, or weren't friends anyway