She stands at the window   Proud Mary, bad news   Demands from the credit   And the sheriff's men too   The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea   She can always find him where whisky flows free      She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean   Till city hall came calling to show what it means      Chorus   Have you seen it before   The names of good women and men   Decreed by the sword and the pen   To be outlaws all over again.      The names in the churchyard are long overgrown   Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own   They're watching you Mary   In hard times afraid   As counsel finds guilty   For charges unpaid   And even as the last hope is labelled and sold   We're all for one, Mary   Outlawed for gold.      Chorus