A Cup of Cold Poison Lyrics

Oh, what may I have for my breakfast, my woman, my joy?
Here's what you may have for your breakfast, my beautiful boy.
A cup of cold poison!
Make my bed soon. There's a pain in my head and I need to lie down.
Hold on to my hand please woman. Hold out your hand.
Oh, for to be certain. I am dying and the pain I can't stand.
Come take your last comfort in the lap of your wife.
And hold onto the hand that has surely taken your life.
Now go and be d***ed you wicked, unfaithful, young man.
And so may your passing be wretched and your body be d***ed.
A small choir of angels cursed the day of your birth.
Now the taste on your tongue be a mouthful of earth.

Oh, what may I have for my breakfast, my woman, my joy?
Here's what you may have for your breakfast, my beautiful boy.
A cup of cold poison!
Make my bed soon. There's a pain in my head and I need to lie down.