The hag stalks around the jailhouse door
Asking the prisoners if she can have more
More to eat, more to sell
More to pave the way to hell
Scraggly hair hangs in her eyes
Helping to disguise her lies
She plays a pipe and the children follow
When alone she gives them poison to swallow
This hag has grown big and strong
Here in this world, this world long gone
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