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The Yawpers
deacon brodie
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Whoa, youâre chaste and rapture steeped
No notion could hold me from your bodyâs keep
Iâm a master of lock and key
So, have you heard the noble make mention of my great acclaim
In dark on night I loose their spoils, no critic dares to speak my name
I built the gallows where theyâre gonna hang
Iâm a man by day
God by night
Break my stride
Swing me high
Whoa, my love, theyâve submitted their final plan
My soul, itâs tethers cut, a device of my own hand
But I wanna be your man