In a swamp down foot a hill
Stood mary chaddervile
She sewed and sweared along the shore
Where tiger lilies grew and roared
She married twice and lost her all
O her betrothed, needles and her Shawl
Puffed up on cigar smoke
She prowled a'top a birdie's home
She sat and looked around awhile
Then saw a pool and felt her bile
The same tiger lilies stood
Bloody like a pirate's naughty hook
She rushed to look at the man aclip
He was biting hard to not slip
As she took him up with all her will
She felt him die, (mary chaddervile)
So she buried him in the back of her yard
Where she can see the spirits of his heart
She waited and waited till her age
To hear him cry with all his rage
To see his restless burden soul
She prayed the lord to let him soar
And she prayed untill the end of time
But he never even came a dime
So when she flew she asked him why
Why not come and haunt a while?
He said with a cunning sigh
That atleast he wasn't alone to die