Crazy Man Michael

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Within the fire and out upon the sea
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Crazy Man Michael was walking
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He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
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And shortly they were a-talking


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"Your future, your future, I would tell to you
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Your future, you often have asked me
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Your true love will die by your own right hand
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And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be"


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Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
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And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh
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He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
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For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh


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"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
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You speak for the devil that haunts me
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For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
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Your sorceror's words are to taunt me"


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He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
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And struck down the raven through the heart-oh
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The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
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And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh


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"Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
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That here'd lie here on the ground-oh?
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I see but my true love with a wound so red"
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Her lover's heart it did pound-oh


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Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks

And talks to the night and the day-oh
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But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
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And he longs to be far away-oh


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Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
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And asks the wild woods their pardon
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For his true love is flown into every flower grown
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And he must be keeper of the garden