One-Eyed Isaac

On Friday night I draws my pay
I dress to kill and goes alone
To Dirty Dick's to drink my fill
And go upstairs with Greasy Joan

At Dirty Dick's we used to fear him
He drank hard and he drank strong
But we often used to hear him
Sing his grim song

My heart is hard, my heart is black
But there's no doubt one's heart's one's own
And if I could I'd tear it out
And give it to my Greasy Joan

One-eyed Isaac was this devil's name
He was cruel he was wild
But with Greasy Joan of ill fame
He was a child

Oh, I have killed and I have robbed
My jaws are red, my knife is bright
But when I take my girl to bed
My golden girl, my heart is light

But he didn't know these women
Though she loved him yet we knew
She had, poor girl, to earn her living
How could she be true?

I have no friends, I have no kin
All I possess is blood and bone
But I have found some happiness
A kind of love with Greasy Joan

One Friday night he came to woo her
And she was with a customer
How could she afford to lose her
Bread and butter?

He killed them both, he killed them both
But there's no doubt one's heart's one's own
And as for his, he tore it out
To give it to his Greasy Joan

His heart was black, his heart was hard
But there's no doubt one's heart's one's own
And when he'd killed, he tore his out
To give it to his Greasy Joan