Just to tie up looses ends Tuesday, September 05, 2006 A Folksong The Handsome Butcher Seven locks upon the red gate, seven gates about the red town In the town there lives a butcher and his name is Handsome John Brown In the town there lives a butcher and his name is Handsome John Brown John Brown's boots are polished so fine, John Brown's spurs they jingle and shine On his coat a crimson flower, in his hand a glass of red wine On his coat a crimson flower, in his hand a glass of red wine In the night, the golden spurs ring, in the dark, the leather boots shine Don't come tapping at the window, now your heart no longer is mine Don't come tapping at the window, now your heart no longer is mine
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