Enough Rope/The Burned Child
Appearance
The Burned Child
LOVE has had his way with me.
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,
This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,
Shot, and saw the feathered shaft
Dripping bright and bitter red.
He that shrugged his wings and laughed—
Better had he left me dead.
Dripping bright and bitter red.
He that shrugged his wings and laughed—
Better had he left me dead.
Sweet, why do you plead me, then,
Who have bled so sore of that?
Could I bear it once again? . . .
Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!
Who have bled so sore of that?
Could I bear it once again? . . .
Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!