bright eyes

He came from the land of Lincoln

She's a girl 

with pebbles in her pocket 

And precious stones 

on blades of grass

A blackberry stone 

so near to her heart

She knows fear, and
the devil to be close by

But the devil does not bother, 

for they've been acquainted

"he knows thy sorrows and sees my pain"

He sees her weep on penny tile

Still, he spares her

for he knows 

The looming disposition which consumes her

From his bright eyes