The Story of Abigail

I know I am a good Christian girl
But conjurin' spirits gave me so much pleasure
To dance around, and drink the blood
But when Parris caught us, I had to take measure.

Because Parris had caught us, and Becky was actin' up
I said it was Tituba, blaming it on her Barbados magic
She confessed to witchcraft, and the other girls played along
We were all calling names, soon the whole town would lose all logic.

When we were in court, I saw Mary sewing a poppet
"Put the needle it so you don't get pricked"
She gave it to Goody Proctor, and I stabbed myself in the belly
When Cheever found the poppet, the two events clicked

Proctor came to the courthouse, looking to free his wife
With him he brought Mary, tellin' the judge we had lied
I refuted everything Mary had to say
Proctor's argument was failing, so he gives up his pride

He calls me a whore
And admits to lechery
Elizabeth is called for her testimonial
She denies, the followed is much treachery

I scream and point to the ceiling
Say Mary's spirit is a bird in shape
Mary cannot handle it, takes back everything she said
Saying Proctor is a witch, to which he cannot escape

Many were sent to hang in the following months
And I am the one to blame
But I didn't want to get in trouble, for conjurin' them spirits
So I ran away, because I could not keep up with the game