okay okay, here it si, quitcher cryin'! ;) sorry it took me so long, friends, this is an autumn song fir me and I have been shifting into winter mode...

BTW I hope to record this song (and others) on a CD this spring and am seeking musicians to play...so if anyone comes up with a nice, spooky yet simple guitar accompaniment to this, let's talk!

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I But a Little Girl

I know it is a wicked thing in such a fashion for to sing
with no regard for God nor king, and I but a little girl
But evil shapes do bid my tongue, great judges and divines among,
to say things strange for one so young, for I'm but a little girl.

My friends and I thought little harm to go to Reverend Parris' farm
our secret fortunes for to charm, we being but little girls
But Betty's eyes did roll about, and Abigail began to shout
and so the devil found us out, and shapes began to swirl.

Unholy shapes of girls and men, and women to our torment then
pronounced us damned and damned again, we being but little girls
what recourse had we but to cry, and name each shape as it flew by
to hold us in the evil eye and the curse of little girls.

And so we cried and cried aloud, the names of mighty men and proud
and haughty women in a crowd, we being but little girls
and mothers, fathers, children dear, did gather round these names to hear
and how the crowd began to fear the namings of little girls.

Then learned men from near and far did drag their prisoners to the bar
examined for the witch's scar, and the curse of little girls
and witch and wizard once confessed cried out their comrades all unblessed
and all the world brought to the test at the whims of little girls.

And you, thought safe within your bed, you send your shape about my head
tomorrow you shall lie in dread of the hearts of little girls
and the justice of the holy court did show his terror of our sport
and the powers of the world resort to the games of little girls.

And the evil that attacks my heart in pride of power got its start
You lie, you say you have no part in the sins of little girls
The prison's full, the gallows moan, the old man crushed beneath the stones
are not the work of mine alone, for I'm but a little girl.

(I learned this from the singing of someone who is somewhat famous for getting lyrics slightly incorrect and I have heard several versions of some of the ending phrases such as "whims of little girls," "sins of lg," etc. so I am not sure this is entirely accurate. This is however the version I sing...)^^