The Hammer (Of Witches)

She’ll be given up the ghost

Can’t get no mercy from pillar to post

There underneath the gallow-tree

She’ll be given to the beast

Hung like a peach upon to feast

Oh no won’t give no hollow plea

Don’t put a penny on the preacher’s plate

Kin be vexin’ up the Devil’s name

Stirring us all up in a quarrelsome state

Smacks of “The Hammer” nary Satan’s blame

Turn your mirror towards the wall

Guilt and shame will haunt us all

There underneath the gallow-tree

Oh no won’t hear no hollow plea

Come hell fire, come high water

They believe the preachers daughter

Watch for those who disapprove

They’ll be the next to be accused

Then they’ll be givin’ up the ghost

We’ll all be givin’ up the ghost

Awaken, awaken, I’m begging you

Forsaken, forsaken, I’ll pray for you

Good people, poor people, I’m begging you

Don’t put a penny on the preacher’s plate

Kin be vexin’ up the Devil’s name

Stirring us all up in a quarrelsome state

Smacks of “The Hammer” nary Satan’s blame

Copyright David & Loren Laue