Wicked Serpent

On Springfield Mountain there did dwell
A comely youth who I knew full well
On Monday morning he did go
Down to the meadow for to mow
He had not mowed but half a field
When a wicked serpent bit his heel
He took his scythe and with a blow
He laid that wicked serpent low
He laid the wicked serpent low
He took the serpent all in his hand
And went straight down to Molly Bland
«Oh, Molly, Molly, don’t you see
This wicked serpent what bit me.»
Now Molly had a ruby lip
With which the poison she did sip
But Molly had a rotting tooth
And the poison struck and it killed them both
The poison struck and killed them both
And when the neighbours found them dead
They gently laid them all in one bed
And all their friends both far and near
Did grieve and moan for they were so dear
So all you maidens a warning take
From Molly Bland and Tommy Blake
And mind, when you’re in love, don’t you pass
Too close to patches of high grass
Too close to patches of high grass