Little Satchel

Under my bed

You can tocuh our little satchel

On my head

Come lay your little hand

You will be

My own true lover

I will be your loving little man

Run to the house

And ask your papa

Bride of mine you'll ever be

If he says no

Come back and tell me

And i'll wait till you'll get free

When you'll get free

Well then we'll get married

Look how happy we will be

Or we'll go to california

Any place you want to go

I wish i was a little angel

Over these prison walls i would fly

Fly oh back

To the arms of my darling

Stay at home and there i would die

As you can see

I'm no little angel

Neither have i wings to fly

I'll go back all broken hearted

Weep and moan until i die

Under my bed

You can touch our little satchel

On my head come lay your little hand

You will be

My own true lover

I will be your loving little man

.....

Then we'lll get married

Look how happy we will be

Or we'll go to california