Drawn and Quartered

Long gone merrily up high
In hell our fiddler's swinging
Long gone! Hanging in the sky
His neck in tightrope wringing

Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!

Short stop choke him for a while
A dancing, dangling pirate
Take him while he's still alive
And cut off all his privates

Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!

Paid your heinous awful crimes
They broke off all your fingers
No more beatiful rhymes
Your parting song we're singing

Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!

Buried soon below, below
Our crippled fiddler swungen
Where no flowers ever grow
No priest or people sungen

Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Qua-a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!