Canny Old Blind Willie

As I was walking by the side,

I met with drunken Bella.

Oh she wrung her hands and so she cried,

He’ gone at last poor fella.

Oh hinny Bella who is it that’s gone?

You make my blood run chilly.

Why hinny death has took the breath,

Of canny old blind willy,

Of canny old blind willy.

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God keep us Bella is that true,

You surely are mistaken?

Oh no I’ve left him just as now,

And he’s as dead as bacon.

I’ve tied his chaffs and laid him out,

His flesh was just like jelly.

And so so I was put about,

For canny old blind willy,

For canny old blind willy.

No more, no more we’ll hear him sing,

No more he’ll play the fiddle.

No more we’ll hear him praise the king,

Farewell to old blind willie,

Canny old blind willy.

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He’s buried now, he’s out of sight,

And on his grave so hilly,

Let them that feel take their farewell,

To canny old blind willy,

To canny old blind willy.

No more, no more we’ll hear him sing,

No more he’ll play the fiddle.

No more we’ll hear him praise the king,

Farewell to old blind willie,

Canny old blind willy.