My love, I am a wealthy poet, Wealthy poet of renown. (repeat) So when it’s time to run again, Your wealthy poet of renown Will bribe you cross a thousand borders, Run you till you’re safe and sound.
I’ll get you a teardrop ruby, Teardrop ruby for your throat. (repeat) So when it’s time to run again, We’ll take that ruby from your throat, You will sew that red, red ruby In the lining of your coat.
I’ll get you a pretty passport, With your picture for the frame.(repeat) So when it’s time to run again, We’ll put your picture in the frame, Soon you will forget this country, Soon you will forget your name.