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Old Hag

“ That’s the old hag with charcoal hair,

Her skin’s a bluish grey

She sits above the fire escape

Every single day

She sings in some old language,

I couldn’t say the name

It sounds like maybe arabic

But she came from Suriname

I hear one time they robbed her,

Took everything she owned.

She just sat outside and sang

The next day, all alone.

The robbers pawned everything they took,

Some old crystal lookin’ things,

The next day they found them hanging there,

From the belltower down the street.”