† Mary Ann †

Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and she’s rotten
She lies in her bed
With eyes wide open.
Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.
Where, where? Up in the air
Sellin’ black puddens a penny a pair.
Mary Ann Cotton
Gone but not forgotten,
In her grave shes rotten;
Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.