Y-Shaped Coffin

They called her Sweet Maggie since she was a wee babe The youngest of seven of Big Murdo McCabe And she looked even sweeter as she reached seventeen All the boys had a sweet tooth, if you know what I mean At the parties and dances, well the boys wanted more She would offer a candy but they wanted the store And she finally relented one Saturday night Now that candy store's open for every last bite She has many a customer comin' back often And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin All over St. John's she was the talk of the town And her business was booming with her knickers half down Sweet Maggie kept up a remarkable pace An experienced body with her innocent face But the jobs dried up and the boys moved out west And she thought Ft. McMurray would be suiting her best So she packed her belongings into a large trunk Ferry, bus; then a train, where she took the top bunk Had her heels in the air from North Sydney to Dauphin And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin As she made her way west through each province and town And turned her fair share of households upside down And she paid for her trip with each generous gent Crossed the Alberta border with a trucker named Brent And she reached Ft. McMurray on the first of July Must have heard she was coming; saw the banner hung high Saying Welcome Sweet Maggie, we've been waiting for you Missed your fine East coast candy and the candy store, too! The refinery air had her gaspin' and coughin' And they'll bury Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin Finally time caught up with her as it does with us all Found her head through the headboard sticking half through the wall And they sent what was left of her home to St. John's To be buried on the hill beneath a statue of bronze Needed 3 grave diggers when the earth finally softened And they buried Sweet Maggie in a Y shaped coffin