The Raveness - Molly, Sybil and Crowley Lyrics
Molly Leigh! Molly Leigh!Won't you come chase me around the apple tree?Molly Leigh! Molly Leigh!I bet you a guinea that you can’t catch me!You’re evil eye to a sharp sure is ugly.Even if deaf, dumb, or blind no suitor could have been inclined to marry.Ostracised without a friend, through legend I have heard.These are the word’s the reverend Spencer hath stirred,Of you, the blackbird and that hum drum churchyard.The graveyard thrilled through the black smoke of kilns,From the illustrious grandeur of Josiah’s potters wheels.Brushing absurd word through the trees of the forest,Enticing you to kill through a pubs throthy spill.During happy hour the ale ran sour until!That rabble-rouser Spencer,Secret devil’s advocate and god’s weasel meddler!Guides you past the cottage through the woods and on to burial.The blackbird became a plague to the townsfolk,Was it some kind of demoniac joke of potters stoke?You after death sitting, knitting in the candlelight!In the dead of night, it was time to silence the fright:-And carry out the rite to hush your ghost.The stone was slid aside, that blackbird very much startled and alive,Place beside you in your reassigned grave.Once in a Christian east-west direction,Turned north-south direction.Standing out from all other resting men,Not forgetting a stake driven through the heart.Paranoid and obsessed!Spencer in a bit of a pickle and as if possessed,Incapable of trusting his own judgment.O’ Molly Leigh! Molly Leigh!Now curious I dance around your grave, on this all hallows eve.Molly Leigh! Molly Leigh! Can I tempt you with a buttered oatcake?My cohort corpse, come and play!Molly Leigh! Molly Leigh! I’ve been dormant like you all day,Come chase me around the apple tree. I bet you a guinea that you can’t catch me!I made my discovery through Sybil leek,Who unlike thee is a self-declared diabolist:-And an associate to a man for whom I own a fondness!The charming Satan spawn, Mr Aleister Crowley.Silly Sybil walked around the town with a jackdaw on her shoulder,Claiming to be a descendant of you and your Burslem family.Molly Leigh what now can I say? I am rather spun out and dizzy!Believing it all to be a figment of the imagination,For if Molly Leigh the rumour were true,I’d be chasing you around the apple tree, As a result of this incantation.
