Father I'm not feeling well, the flowers me you fed Tasted spoiled for suddenly I find that I am dead But father don't you fear, your children all are here Singing oh . . . the hazards of love Papa turn the water down, the basin's overflown The water covers everything and me left all alone But papa here in death, I have regained my breath To sing oh . . . the hazards of love To sing oh . . . the hazards of love Spare the rod, you'll spoil the child, but I prefer the lash My sisters drowned and poisoned all and me reduced to ash And buried in an urn, but father I return Singing oh . . . the hazards of love Singing oh . . . the hazards of love