Cassius Castrato The She-Male Of The Men's Prison - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

Boys, I’ve shaven my knuckled head

For to cushion my pillow case

Boys, I’ve traded the laces of my boots

And for 'em I got an ol' spoon

Now to get some food

Boys, I have sold off my last buttons of brass

They got me a loaf of bread

Now to make it last

Every night I sing all the boys to sleep

In the night’s dark war

Hard boys, join me… weep

Boys, I’ve got none of nothin' left to trade

So I cut off my ear and went to the gate

The unsmiling guards in their buffalo voices said

«We need more.»

I severed my left hand

I pulled all my teeth

I left on my right hand to wield my piece