1692, six in the morning of June   Sally Kegley, age thirty-four   Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores      Salem, Salem, witches must be hung      Let my daughter burn my book   Let her learn to sew and cook   Teach her not to read but weave   Ask her not to speak but weep      Salem, Salem, witches must be hung      Sally Kegley knows how to cure the ill   Sally Kegley sees through us at will      Salem, Salem, witches must be hung      All the town's people rushing to the hill   Their eyes shining, ready for the kill   Sally's flesh bound to the cross   Her eyes searching for the ones who are close      Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why?   Oh, why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?   Help! Help! Help! Help!   Help! Help! Help! Help!      Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang   Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang   Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang   Must kill, must hang