On Springfield Mountain there did dwell A comely youth who I knew full well On Monday morning he did go Down to the meadow for to mow He had not mowed but half a field When a wicked serpent bit his heel He took his scythe and with a blow He laid that wicked serpent low He laid the wicked serpent low
He took the serpent all in his hand And went straight down to Molly Bland “Oh, Molly, Molly, don't you see This wicked serpent what bit me.” Now Molly had a ruby lip With which the poison she did sip But Molly had a rotting tooth And the poison struck and it killed them both The poison struck and killed them both
And when the neighbours found them dead They gently laid them all in one bed And all their friends both far and near Did grieve and moan for they were so dear So all you maidens a warning take From Molly Bland and Tommy Blake And mind, when you're in love, don't you pass Too close to patches of high grass Too close to patches of high grassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
