The Hammer (Of Witches)

She'll be given up the ghost Can't get no mercy from pillar to post There underneath the gallow-tree She'll be given to the beast Hung like a peach upon to feast Oh no won't give no hollow plea Don't put a penny on the preacher's plate Kin be vexin' up the Devil's name Stirring us all up in a quarrelsome state Smacks of "The Hammer" nary Satan's blame Turn your mirror towards the wall Guilt and shame will haunt us all There underneath the gallow-tree Oh no won't hear no hollow plea Come hell fire, come high water They believe the preachers daughter Watch for those who disapprove They'll be the next to be accused Then they'll be givin' up the ghost We'll all be givin' up the ghost Awaken, awaken, I'm begging you Forsaken, forsaken, I'll pray for you Good people, poor people, I'm begging you Don't put a penny on the preacher's plate Kin be vexin' up the Devil's name Stirring us all up in a quarrelsome state Smacks of "The Hammer" nary Satan's blame