I Got No Use for Women
I've got no use for women
A true one can never be found
They'll stick by a man for his money
When it's gone, they'll turn him down
They're all alike at the bottom
Selfish and grasping for all
They'll stick by a man when he's winning
And they'll laugh in his face when he falls.
My friend was a straight broadsword fighter
Honest and upright and square
But he turned to a gambler and killer
And a woman sent him there
Faster and surer his swordplay
Till his heart and his body lay dead
When a vassal insulted her painting
He quickly removed his head.
All night long men did trail him
Through fields and forests tall
And I couldn't but think of that woman
As I saw him pitch and fall
If she'd been the friend that she should have
He might have been raising a son
Instead of out there in the forest
His body cold and torn
Death's slow sting did no trouble
His chances for life were too slim
But where they were a-puttin his body
Was all that worried him
He lifted his head on his elbow
The blood from his wounds flowed red
He looked at his pals grouped around him
And whispered to them, he said,
"Oh bury me deep in the forest
Where the wolves may howl o'er my grave
Bury me deep in the forest
And some of my bones please save
Wrap me up in wool blankets
Put me deep in the ground
Cover me over with boulders
Of granite, huge and round."
So they buried him deep in the forest
And the wolves still howl o'er his grave
But his soul is now a-restin
From the unkind cut she gave
And many a broadsword fighter
As he rides by that piles of stones
Recalls a similar woman
And envies his molden bones.