Well I came to know poor Lucy As we fought these hottest days with lemonade Gotta mind that one don't shoot you For a chance at their own sit-down in the shade But sweet Lu she was so charming Cicadas sang overhead We were thick as thieves a-running Like a lamb I could be led But I saw small children singing from the back porch "Take off her clothes" I saw women from the city Talking 'bout whatever they good women know I can swear I took no part That I hid my grin inside On the day that Lucy died Left the man I was to marry And my Lucy in the kitchen by themselves And as I tended to the garden Heard the sound of my love loving someone else And I screamed out when I found them As I threw her to the ground "Well, the Lord God he does see you Don't you think you won't be found" Cause there'll be small children singing from the back porch "Take off her clothes" There'll be women from the city Talking 'bout whatever they good women know I will swear I took no part I will hide my grin inside On the day that you will Now the wife of Mister Williamson Had had herself a bouncing baby boy And in his splendid infant beauty He was crowned the king, the parish pride and joy Lu was found a-sleeping soundly In the boy's blood thick as clay I wish I'd stopped the horse that dragged her So that she might hear me say There was small children singing from the back porch "Take off her clothes" There was women from the city Talking 'bout whatever they good women know I can swear I took no part That I hid my grin inside On the day that Lucy died