Kitty Jay

Poor Kitty Jay

Such a beauty cast away

This silent prayer

It should paint some peace

On her grave

Something broke her sleep

Poor Kitty Jay

Such a beauty thrown away

So young and fair

Now she's turned to dust

And clay

Terror broke her sleep

Never guessed unto her cold end

Called the Devil her only friend

Never guessed it with his bare hands

Called the Devil the mark of man