Lady Jane-O

There was Jane-O, sittin' a-top of her gun,
It may have looked as though 'twas a barrel of fun.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

Looks are deceiving, utterly destitute of their souls.
Jane-O knows, as the drums of old age rolls.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

Now the boys O, they cannot forget,
That Jane-O offered insincere regret.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

I tried to put old Jane-O out of my mind:
To err is human, to forgive is kind.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

Now the boys O, they will not forget,
Until she makes them believe her deep regret.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

Life can be kind, life can be cruel,
Life can give peace, or be an unstoppable duel.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

When Jane-O dies, when she’s buried or burned,
It'll not be by news-makers in which she’ll be spurned.
Ho Jane! Ho! Jane-O! Ho!

It will be hardest on your family, Lady Jane-O,
To hear the guns that give you their go.
Jane! Ho!

Dom Giovanni
June 30, 2010