A Barber And His Wife

There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous and he was naive

The was another man who
Saw that she was beatuiful
A pious vulture of the law
Who with a gesture of his claw
Removed the barber from his plate
Then there was nothing but to wait
And she would fall, so soft, so yound, so lost
And oh, so beautiful

Anthony: And the lady sir
Did she succumb?
Oh it was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know