Days of Rum

She'd know in her time

She was young, a year to die

She had gazed a mile

In the corner in the nightAnd a man come to her

In the dead of old winter

And the doldrums [unverified]

To touch her body and her mindSinging, dum-diddle-dum

Days of fun, days of rum

Singing, dum-diddle-dum

Days of fun, days of rumScarlet in the morning

Raise the bloody blind

Oh, she'd know in her time

She young and young to dieBut the roses never came

She was just some [unverified]

And in her bed, she bleeds

As she dreamt of a dying [unverified]Singing, dum-diddle-dum

Days of fun, days of rum

Singing, dum-diddle-dum

Days of fun, days of rum