The Uncomfortable Medley of Edgar Bowles by Edward Moncayo


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The chimes they rang and rang in his head
Poor Edgar they shouted, he’d rather be dead
The lyrics and notes abound in his head
And again he wondered, oh how wonderful death?

The chimes, they rang in tortuous pain
And the lyrics and notes then began the refrain
Poor Edgar, poor Edgar the song in his head
The song’s notes he sang ‘fore he sliced off her head

Poor Edgar, poor Edgar alone in his cell
Suffering quietly in his own private hell
The medley keeps ringing deep in his soul
Poor Edgar, poor Edgar, oh poor Edgar Bowles