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.