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(Lyrics adapted from the text "Song for the Clatterbones" by F.R. Higgins)

God rest that Jewy woman,

Queen Jezebel, the bitch

Who peeled the clothes from her shoulder-bones

Down to her spent teats

As she stretched out of the window

Among the geraniums, where

She chaffed and laughed like one half daft

Titivating her painted hair—

King Jehu he drove to her,

She tipped him a fancy beck;

But he from his knacky side-car spoke,

"Who'll break that dewlapped neck?"

And so she was thrown from the window;

Like Lucifer she fell

Beneath the feet of the horses and they beat

The light out of Jezebel.

That corpse wasn't planted in clover;

Ah, nothing of her was found

Save those grey bones that Hare-foot Mike

Gave me for their lovely sound;

And as once her dancing body

Made star-lit princes sweat,

So I'll just clack: though her ghost lacks a back

There's music in the old bones yet.