1692, six in the morning of June

Sally Kegley, age thirty-four

Closed her diary she'd kept for two scores

Salem, Salem, witches must be hung

Let my daughter burn my book

Let her learn to sew and cook

Teach her not to read but weave

Ask her not to speak but weep

Salem, Salem, witches must be hung

Sally Kegley knows how to cure the ill

Sally Kegley sees through us at will

Salem, Salem, witches must be hung

All the town's people rushing to the hill

Their eyes shining, ready for the kill

Sally's flesh bound to the cross

Her eyes searching for the ones who are close

Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why?

Oh, why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang

Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang

Must kill, must hang, must kill, must hang

Must kill, must hang