There was an old woman lived under the hill
Darrall, Mc. Dill Darrall, da
If she ain't dead, she lives there still.
Darrall, Mc. Dill, Darrall, da.
And other verses including There was an old Darkie...
American Memory, "Mac Dill Darrel No. 3," De Masran, 1860.

There was an old woman who somewhere did dwell,
Who was burnt for a witch as the opera doth tell,
A daughter she had too, a gypsy so bold,
Who went to a house where an infant she stoled.
One of many verses, including one in which her baby is baked.
American Memory, "The Two Lovers," J. Andrews, Nineteenth Century.