When the hamlet hailed a birth 
         Judy used to cry: 
When she heard our christening mirth 
         She would kneel and sigh. 
She was crazed, we knew, and we 
Humoured her infirmity. 

When the daughters and the sons 
         Gathered them to wed, 
And we like-intending ones 
         Danced till dawn was red, 
She would rock and mutter, "More 
Comers to this stony shore!" 

When old Headsman Death laid hands 
         On a babe or twain, 
She would feast, and by her brands 
         Sing her songs again. 
What she liked we let her do, 
Judy was insane, we knew.