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1692, six in the morning of june, |
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Sally kegley, age thirty-four, |
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Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores. |
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Salem, salem, witches must be hung. |
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Let my daughter burn my book, |
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Let her learn to sew and cook. |
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Teach her not to read but weave, |
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Ask her not to speak but weep. |
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Salem, salem, witches must be hung. |
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Sally kegley knows how to cure the ill, |
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Sally kegley sees through us at will. |
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Salem, salem, witches must be hung. |
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All the town's people rushing to the hill, |
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Their eyes shining, ready for the kill. |
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Sally's flesh bound to the cross, |
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Her eyes searching for the ones who are close. |
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Oh, why? oh, why? oh, why? oh, why? |
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Oh, why? why? why? why? why? why? why? |
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Help! help! help! help! |
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Help! help! help! help! |
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Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang, |
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Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang, |
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Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang, |
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Must kill, must hang... |