I know you've heard it all before. But I'm sorry for this three year war. For the setting up of camps. and wire and trenches. I'm sorry for the other night.
They found Mary Bellows cuffed to the bed. With a rag in her mouth and a bullet in her head. O, poor Mary Bellows. . She'd grown up hungry, she'd grown up poor,.
I live in a town called Millhaven,. And it's small and it's mean and it's cold,. But if you come around just as the sun goes down. You can watch the whole thing turn to gold.