Witch of the Salem Town

Near Boston Town, Massachusetts' crown In sixteen ninety-two From a salty port came a bonny sort Who alighted the ship Go True. She smiled and then all the fishermen Caught their hearts and a whistle blew. Such a spell cast she over land and sea Even cats gathered 'round to mew. From Dorchester to Andover And from Gloucester to Charlestown No lass dare stay if the people say She's a witch of the Salem Town! As she made her way from the foggy bay To the village where lived her kin All the whisperings of her foreign things Made it plain she did not fit in. "Who might she be, this fair lady?" Was the question at every ear. "Lovely Agnes Lown from the County Down," Said the captain who brought her here. From Dorchester to Andover, And from Gloucester to Charlestown No lass dare stay if the people say She's a witch of the Salem Town! In the weeks that passed she became aghast At the conflict that did abound. Though her healing arts won her many hearts There were some who upon her frowned. "Beware Ipswich! They'll impound you, witch!" Said the fools, but replied the wise "Nothing causes strife like a jealous wife Or a judge who won't rein his eyes." From Dorchester to Andover And from Gloucester to Charlestown No lass dare stay if the people say She's a witch of the Salem Town! At the harvest fair she displayed her ware But authorities threatened death: "Confess your sin, and you will win Your name and living breath." She said, "I'll die, wretched incubi! To the noose, I am innocent. As a ghost I'll haunt your every want And let God govern where you're sent!" From Dorchester to Andover, And from Gloucester to Charlestown, No lass dare stay if the people say She's a witch of the Salem Town! Who pays the debt in a power threat? What are witches but tests of pride? Well, a lass who stays may just get her ways Unbeknownst from the other side.