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We were dancing
But that wasn't all
I blamed Tituba
So she took the fall

For making that charm
For which I've asked
To cause HER harm
So he'll be mine
At last

She kicked me out
After his confession
Now she says a tart
Is my only profession

He claims he doesn't love me
But it just couldn't be true
No one can see it
But he loves me, He has too!

Mary Mary quite contrary
How could you ever know
That with your help
My plot began to grow

That little doll you've made
Will lead to her demise
Tonight's the night I take revenge
On the woman I despise

Sitting there beside you
Carefully taking note
She'll hang for the witch she is
Due to a deposition you "never" wrote

Aye Mary
Just stick that needle there
It only helps me more
In giving my Uncle a fairly good scare

To claim her a witch
And a needle in my gut
Is all the "proof" I'll need
To knock her on her butt

So now here I am
And trying as hard as I might
He WILL be mine
She's going down tonight