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In the garden district

Where the plants grow strong and tall

Behind the bush there lurks a girl

Who makes them strong and tall

The villagers call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl



In the fall when plants return

By harvest time she knows the score

Ripe and ready to the eye

Yet rotten somehow to the core

And they call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl



A harvest of life a harvest of death

One body of life one body of death

And when youve gone and choked to death

With laughter and a little step

Ill prepare the quicklime, friend

For your ripe and ready grave

For your ripe and ready grave



Its springtime now and cares subside

And the plannings almost done

And fertile graves it seems exist

Within a mile of that dukes joint

Where coast guard crews still take their leave

Quite listless in the sun

And the quicklime girl still plies her trade

The reduction of the many from the one

And they call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl........they call her

Quicklime girl



A harvest of life, a harvest of death

Resumes its course each day

It comes as if by schedule

A harvester lifts his arms to the rain

And toes that crawl

And knees that jerk

And necks like swans that seem to turn

As if inclined to gasp or pray

In the garden district

Where the plants grow strong and tall

Behind the bush there lurks a girl

Who makes them strong and tall

The villagers call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl



In the fall when plants return

By harvest time she knows the score

Ripe and ready to the eye

Yet rotten somehow to the core

And they call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl



A harvest of life a harvest of death

One body of life one body of death

And when youve gone and choked to death

With laughter and a little step

Ill prepare the quicklime, friend

For your ripe and ready grave

For your ripe and ready grave



Its springtime now and cares subside

And the plannings almost done

And fertile graves it seems exist

Within a mile of that dukes joint

Where coast guard crews still take their leave

Quite listless in the sun

And the quicklime girl still plies her trade

The reduction of the many from the one

And they call her

Quicklime girl........behind her back

Quicklime girl........behind the bush

Quicklime girl

Shes the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl........they call her

Quicklime girl



A harvest of life, a harvest of death

Resumes its course each day

It comes as if by schedule

A harvester lifts his arms to the rain

And toes that crawl

And knees that jerk

And necks like swans that seem to turn

As if inclined to gasp or pray

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