The Executioner's Daughter
Copyright 1998, Stephen Christoff

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- Stephen - Voice, octave mandolin, vocal trumpet, throat bass

At six o'clock tonight,
I'm invited for dinner.
To meet my sweethearts dad
gosh, I hope that I'm a winner.
His occupation is known to be quite dreary.
I feel weary because.
Chorus:
I'm in love with
the executioner's daughter.
I hope, I pray this doesn't
pull me closer to the slaughter.
If I make a blunder,
I'll be pulled asunder
and then I will be stuck six feet under.
I bet his eye does dance
a sarcophagus reel.
Oh, yea all the fallen souls
his hands do steal.
I fear my neck,
I'm counting my last day's.
Will my soul be pulled astray.
If I flub it up,
he could hang my sorry head
in the orchard. Or, drip drip drip,
the Chinese water torture.
My head could roll compliments
of le guillotine.
Either way, I'm not too keen.
Chorus:
Ring ring ring goes the bell
from the door of my sweetheart.
I fear my bag-o-bones from this
world I'll slip away, I'll soon part.
The door opens, a voice says
"please come in".
That voice came straight from him.
Chorus:

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