When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry:
When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and sigh.
She was crazed, we knew, and we Humoured her infirmity.
When the daughters and the sons Gathered them to wed, And we like-intending ones Danced till dawn was red, She would rock and mutter, "More Comers to this stony shore!"When old Headsman Death laid hands On a babe or twain, She would feast, and by her brands Sing her songs again.
What she liked we let her do, Judy was insane, we knew.
