The jewel of my repertoire was "Four Green Fields." I used to sing Alex to sleep with:

...There was war and death, plundering and pillage
My children starved, by mountain, valley and sea
And their wailing cries, they shook the very heavens
My four green fields ran red with their blood, said she.

In my defense, I do feel that I owe a certain amount of professional consideration to future generations of psychotherapists.