Lord of the Manor

The lord of the manor

Loves the upstairs maid

And I tend the flowers

Of the seeds he lays

His collar is velvet,

His hands are real soft

She sleeps with the master

I'm awake in the loft

I wish in the bedroom

The sheets were all torn

I wish that the flowers

Would only grow thorns

The lord of the manor

Has a wife of grey

He pays the chauffeur

To drive her away

The lord and my baby

Are upstairs alone

The one who could stop them

Is physically gone

I wish in the bedroom

The sheets were all torn

I wish that the flowers

Would only grow thorns