Subject matter shamelessly lifted from the "Lore" podcast. One day I hope to make this a larger song as the subject deserves better treatment than what I've given it here in the eleventh hour.
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon on me
I’m feelin’ might sickly
And this cough’s lasted for weeks
Exeter, Rhode Island twas
The home of somethin’ foul
People dropped like flies because
Some evil lurked around
Pastor said the devil
Had come home therein to roost
All he really wanted
Was to give his church a boost
Torches lit, the people came
Demanding answers to
The question they’d been asking
The blame belonged to who
Fair Mary Eliza was the first one taken down
Daughter Mary Olive, soon joined her in the ground
When brother Edwin, threatened to shuffle mortal coil
Daddy George soon gave his leave to pull Mercy from the soil
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
My color seems a’drainin’
And it’s hurting me to breathe
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
We dug up your young body
And scattered you to the breeze
Oh please Ms Mercy Brown
Have mercy upon me
As I lay here still dying
I don’t think you killed me
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