On a cold winter night With the moon big and bright As the town lay asleep in their beds Near the old rusted gate By the side of the lake Lay Mary with an axe in her head In the morning they found Her sad withered bones Some children just walking to school They screamed at the sight In the strange morning light And whispered the golden rule
Poor Mary Moore her short life is o'er She will do unto them what they did to her
Then Mary did rise Wiped the blood from her eyes And told them to follow her lead They got right in line And they stumbled behind For this girl they would do any deed From house to stone house They wandered about And slaughtered whomever they'd see Woman or man Their mothers their dads Without hesitation or grief
Poor Mary Moore her short life is o'er She will do unto them what they did to her
Then Mary did grin Took an axe in her hand And chopped down the children like weeds She had to be sure So she murdered them all 'Til the blood did pour through the streets And I know you have seen Like the haunt of a dream This girl so fair and unclean Teaching the youth Forever the truth This world is vicious and mean