The crazy lady from Beaversdam came into town one day.
Her hair was full of nettles, and in her arms was hay.
Where has my mother gone
mother gone, mother gone
Where has my mother gone
away, away-o.
With fire at evensong
evensong, evensong
with fire at evensong
away away-o.
The crazy lady from Beaversdam came into town one day.
Her dress was full of tatters, and in her arms was hay.
Where has my father gone
father gone, father gone
Where has my father gone
away, away-o.
With boggle-knife and baudron
bauderon, bauderon
With boggle-knife and baudron
away away-o.
The crazy lady from Beaversdam came into town one day.
Her feet were full of blisters, and in her arms was hay.
Where has my lover gone
lover gone, lover gone
Where has my lover gone
away, away-o.
With sword and musket-song
musket-song, musket-song
With sword and musket-song
away away-o.
The crazy lady from Beaversdam came into town one day.
Her eyes were full of tear-drops, and in her arms was hay.
Where has my baby gone
baby gone, baby gone
Where has my baby gone
away, away-o.
The tides will carry him,
carry him carry him
The tides will carry him
away away-o.
- a Nashi folk song, ca. 1650.
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