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Crazy Mary from London berry
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Lives next door to the cemetery
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How many lovers have you buried
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We would shout, running scared
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Along the green and golden paths
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That took us home, away from Crazy Mary
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In the lamplight burning low
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Dimly through enchanted woods
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She rocks beside the fire that never was lit
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And as we ran on by
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Pretending to be frightened
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We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary
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She would never answer us
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Smiled through the window softly
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Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure
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That in the dark of night
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She cursed us soundly, casting spells
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And such to turn us into donkeys
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So it seems that older now
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We stand upon this wind-swept moor
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The lonely grave before us
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Testifies that Crazy Mary sings and dreams
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He dreams somewhere
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But not where little kids can follow after
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And on the stone, these words, dear friend
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Please write me down as one who loved
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The raven-haired and laughing lads
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That swore that they would marry me
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And soon their sons came running by
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And here I lie, forgotten, Crazy Mary.
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Crazy Mary
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| David Allan Coe |
