Crazy Mary from London berry   Lives next door to the cemetery   How many lovers have you buried   We would shout, running scared   Along the green and golden paths   That took us home, away from Crazy Mary      In the lamplight burning low   Dimly through enchanted woods   She rocks beside the fire that never was lit   And as we ran on by   Pretending to be frightened   We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary      She would never answer us   Smiled through the window softly   Wild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure   That in the dark of night   She cursed us soundly, casting spells   And such to turn us into donkeys      So it seems that older now   We stand upon this wind-swept moor   The lonely grave before us   Testifies that Crazy Mary sings and dreams   He dreams somewhere   But not where little kids can follow after      And on the stone, these words, dear friend   Please write me down as one who loved   The raven-haired and laughing lads   That swore that they would marry me   And soon their sons came running by   And here I lie, forgotten, Crazy Mary.