| Take this scarred body | |
| Anoint his heirs | |
| Take a dollar for the crossing | |
| From coins in his meal | |
| Souls slight of coin | |
| Slight of name | |
| Then i'll meet you at the back gate | |
| And greet you just the same | |
| Take to my side | |
| And we'll walk on | |
| To where the frost of the dead king | |
| Weigh heavy on the vine | |
| Long it's been said | |
| That the worlds | |
| Of a man be his woman | |
| And his lands have retainers |