The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

ON SPRINGFIELD MOUNTAIN

ON SPRINGFIELD MOUNTAIN THERE DID DWELL,
A LOVELY YOUTH; I KNEW HIM WELL.
ONE DAY OUR YOUTH HE DID GO
DOWN TO THE MEADOW FOR TO MOW.
AS HE HAD MOWED HALF ROUND THE FIELD,
AN UGLY SERPENT BIT HIS HEEL.
THEY TOOK HIM HOME TO MOLLY DEAR,
WHICH MADE HIM FEEL SO VERY QUEER.
NOW MOLLY HAD TWO RUBY LIPS,
WITH WHICH THE POISON FOR TO SIP.
BUT MOLLY HAD A ROTTED TOOTH,
AND SO THE POISON KILLED THEM BOTH.

Submitter comment: RICHARD TOLD THIS TO ME ONE DAY WHEN I ASKED HIM IF HE KNEW ANY
VERSES OR ANYTHING TO DO WITH FOLKLORE.

Where learned: DETROIT

Date learned: 09-19-1969