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Old Woman: |
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What have my chickens done now |
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Young Girl: |
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She took a mouse out of a pouch |
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And made me put it in my mouth |
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5 Sisters: |
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We call out her name |
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And beg for a shaming |
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Young Girl: |
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She made me spit and shake and scream |
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She made me make myself unclean |
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Old Woman: |
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She calls out my name |
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But I'm not to blame, but |
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Maybe my chickens know how |
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Old Woman: |
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I don't know why she told on me |
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I'm sick and sad and eighty three |
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Young Girl |
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I knew when I named her |
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The devil had claimed her |
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Old Woman: |
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It must be my chickens somehow |
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They accused my daughter and |
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Scratched her on the face and hand |
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They bite their toungues and bear their teeth |
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Then they scratch me til I bleed |
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5 Sisters: |
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As long as she remains |
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We will keep her in pain |
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I know her chickens are foul |
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Old Woman: |
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I know I'm not to blame |
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But I'm tired of the bloodstains |
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I have to find a way out |
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Under stress I did confess |
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Just to make them stop, I guess |
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What can my chickens do now? |
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5 Sisters: |
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We knew if named her |
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God would not claim her |
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Old Woman: |
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My pain was in vain |
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For they were all against me |
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5 Sisters: |
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Around her neck they tied a noose |
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And they killed her family, too |
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Young Girl: |
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Only her chickens know now |
