My name is Lady Butterknife,
And you are the lord of loss;
This is the score at the end of the war,
And here is the rope across;

point by point we jump the joint:
And I don't give a toss.

But kiss me quick with a clover,
And a horseshoe over my head,
A spill of salt says it's not my fault
That you are, or I am dead.

<<agé chose>>

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