Scruffy Girl

There was a girl in Scruffy Town,
a girl I loved so well,
They say that Sunday as light did fall,
Near her home, it dwelled,

She went to take an evening,
To walk a path near town,
Picking flowers from the ground,
When it knocked that fair girl down,

She kneeled there on bloodied knees,
for mercy she did cry,
“Oh Wolf, I beg, don’t kill me here,
I’m unprepared to die,”

She never spoke another word,
It howled and clawed her more,
Until the ground around her,
with her blood did flow,

Fall down, Fall down, you Scruffy girl,
With the blue and frightened eyes,
Float down, Float down, you Scruffy girl,
Beneath the full moon’s light,

It took her by her golden curls,
and drug her round and around,
Then threw her in the river,
that flows through Scruffy Town,

I woke alone in tattered clothes,
got home about sunlight,
My mother, she was worried,
and woke up in a fright,

Saying child, what have you done,
to bloody your clothes so?’
I told my anxious mother,
I can’t remember, I don’t know,

They carried me down to Scruffy Town,
And put me in a cell,
They said I killed that Scruffy girl,
the girl I loved so well.

Fall down, Fall down, you Scruffy girl,
With the blue and frightened eyes,
Float down, Float down, you Scruffy girl,
Beneath the full moon’s light.