Twelve Parsons avowed to lay the ghost of Betty Brown.

Flame and fierce prayer, where jawed over.

They read her spirit down; give solace to the town.

For solace to the town, they read her spirit down.

Twelve parsons avowed to lay the ghost of Betty Brown.



She shrunk until, minified and smaller still.

Caught in a box and thrown into a pond.

She in the shallow lies, but the river runs dry.

The river runs dry, in the shallows she lies.

She shrunk until, minified and smaller still.



Quakes in the blood, she rose up from the mud.

Within this wildered shade, she walked unscathed. 

In the grinning wind, here she comes again.

Here she comes again, in the grinning wind.

Quakes in the blood, she rose up from the mud.



Twelve Bishops avowed to lay the ghost of Betty Brown;

In a barrel of strong beer, lest she reappear.

They walled her spirit up; give solace to the just.

For solace to the just they walled her spirit up.

And the devil rattles his chains on Chainy Lane.