Olema

She used to live in the city Little ol' miss pretty 'Til she found the wrong crowd Now she's puffing up a cloud Oh they're gonna get miss McKenna And send down to Olema This Is what her mother said When she fell on her head Santa Lucia at my door Goodness gracious can't take no more Coffee beans from Olema She was always a dilemma Mother mother can't take no more Smoking by the outhouse door Sent little miss McKenna To the apple trees at Olema Leaves withered and turned brown Crunchy and dead on the ground Beautiful cottages at Olema For little addicted McKenna Sister sister she's so bored Brother brother can't take no more Aching alone in her bed Missing what her mother said Santa Lucia at my door Goodness gracious can't take no more Coffee beans from Olema She was always a dilemma Mother mother can't take no more Smoking by the outhouse door Sent little miss McKenna To the apple trees at Olema