Old Man Will

There was an old house sittin’ on a hill
Belonged to an old man by the name of Will
Folks say it was haunted and I believe it too
Just listen to the story I’m about to tell you.

One dark night when the moon was high
Folks said they could hear an old woman cry
They said they could see her wrapped up in a chain
Her head split open without any brain.

The rats were crawling in and out of her hair
Folks wanted to get closer but they didn’t dare
She was killed with an ax, they said, by old man Will
After he’d done it he ran off down the hill.

He ran to the swamps all murky and damp
Folks say he’s still there, livin’ like a tramp
They say he went, crazy as a loon
He won’t come out of that horrible lagoon.

Dogs started howling late one night
The town folk started looking at a terrible sight
The old house was burning in a terrible roar
The old lady was laughing as never before.

She was free at last of the house on the hill
Some folk say she went down to get even with Will
They say when the moon is full at night
You can hear them in the lagoon having a terrible fight.

She beat him with the chain, she had just begun
To torch him for the evil he had done
She was out to get even with old man Will
For what he had done that night on the hill.