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Yeah, I heard of Mark the Kramer.
He filled his father with pride.
When the lasses caught his favor,
he'd always offer a ride.

But, I heard ol' Mark the Kramer,
visited the church till he died.
And while Father McKully denounced him.
the nuns were always satisfied.

My mother loved Mark the Kramer,
and everyman stood at his side.
But when I asked him a favor,
the bastard smiled and lied.

I cursed Mark the Kramer,
and spat on the grave where he lied.
So now his spirit haunts me,
and there is no place I can hide

Now if you see Mark the Kramer,
better keep walking your stride.
That bloody ghost is eager,
to watch your sanity slide.

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