Woods

What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing out at dawn? Why it hasn't rained for ages now, So many failed crops, and fields you must plough. Your dirty clothes are all so glum. You're just a little dirty bum You deserve no pity, my son. Go up and clean yourself, get done, There'll be no food for you tonight, And don't dare cry you messy mite. What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing out at dawn? You dared disobey me again, Bastard idiot and a pain. Look at your clothes, all wet with dew, Torn without a valid reason, too. Do you think that I can afford Money needed, is all we hoard? I'll show you what attire you'll fray. I swear I'll tear your hideaway. What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing alone at dawn? Did I not send you to get twigs, Why do you behave like poor pigs? What are those stains around your face? Eating berries? Did you say grace? There, how's that for a bloody punch? Now your face looks best like a crunch, Can't even take his correction. Wipe that juice, you misconception. What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing alone at dawn? Were you smooching with silly ****, That goody goody, y mutt? Go find a hooker, try to learn What true pleasures women can burn. You'll never learn from that hussy, Good for nothing bit of lassie. If I see you again with her, Why I'll castrate you forever. What were you doing, alone in the woods, my John, What were you doing alone at dawn? Were not your father there with you? Why is your face so red and blue? Why haven't you returned together? Eating berries in this weather? Why is your new shirt so blood-stained? Don't you know he will have you chained! Oh John, my John, you'll never learn Your father will kill you, he's stern. What's that smile on your face, my John? What were you doing, alone in the woods, my son, What were you doing? placed 1