Mrs. Connor couldn´t keep it
  And nobody can see
  The bright archangel that she used to be
  And it was oh, so sad
  How she used to break their backs
  with what she had
  
  When she was young, they say
  She used to murder two or three a day
  That way
  All her lovers love as dead now
  She´s old, and the cold will kill her
  She lusts only for the far, dark, deep of grave
  She´d sleep alone
  
  And when death comes for Mrs.Connor
  He´ll lay his heavy length upon her and groan
  And twine his fingers in her long white hair