Nobody laughed when they lynched And dropped him in the Thames Nobody cried either, the body all bloated When they pulled him out They made a harp of his bones, The harp sound so deep It resonated all the way Down to the underworld And not even the dirt old egg-sucking dog heard a note It was many a year ago, a kingdom by the sea They stabbed the old wife for a week, repeatedly She was accused of pinching holes, a benchmark exercise They stabbed her for another week when she didn't die They stabbed her for another week, she didn't die Out of her holes, out of her holes The past seeped right out of her holes Heed yourself! A hundred syringes plunged into her spine But her holes were really hard to find And when they finally hit the spine It was hard to cover the holes, poor woman