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 awakened above
I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn
I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns

The lord of the manor has a wife of gray
He pays the chauffeur to drive her away
The lord & my baby are upstairs alone
The one who could stop them is physically gone
I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn
I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns