Paroles de Black Mary

No coin in my coffer No food in my bowl A husband dead and gone Up to God – Rest his soul Now will I turn to thieving And risk the gallows tree Or hitch up for a sovereign Oh what's become of me Ooh Ooh In the dark lanes of london Black mary is my name And I'm all yours for a sovereign This body's yours to take Oh how I long for home Across the ocean wide But the devil has my soul And I'm doomed to walk the night Ooh Ooh Oh if my love could see me In poverty and sin Would he recognize me? His girl from limerick Oh where is mary kelly? Sold for a sovereign Oh who will recognize me? The girl from limerick Ooh Ooh