Standard (EADGBE)
The lord of the manor loves the upstairs maid
And I tend the flowers of the seeds he lays
His collar is velvet, his hands are real soft
She sleeps with the master, I'm awake in the loft
I wish in the bedroom the sheets were all torn
I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns
The lord of the manor has a wife of grey
He pays the chauffeur to drive her away
The lord and my baby are upstairs alone
The one who could stop them is physically gone
I wish in the bedroom...