Mary Ann Cotton (The Poisoner’s Song)

Lyrics
The Fiddleback spider spins its fine web In the shade of the hemlock plant There's a little brown bottle up on the shelf And busy hands can't help themselves Poison makes the world go round Poison makes the whole world spin Mary Ann Cotton, dead and forgotten She lies in her bed, with her eyes wide open Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string Bring me a bouquet of belladonna Trimmed with a sprig of mistletoe Bloodroot, the white poppy, the black widow spider Hemlock, and the cobra's kiss Mary Ann Cotton was hanged from the gallows And on her grave a strychnine plant grows In Mary's footsteps others will follow For there's no end to what the public will swallow Where, where? Up in the air Sellin' black puddins a penny a pair Poison makes the world go round Poison makes the whole world spin
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