Old Miss Partridge lived up on a hill
She kept a dead build on her windowsill
All her pots were painted in black
She had two squinting eyes and a crooked black
On and on and on
She kept dancing with the moonlight shining on her
Round and round and round
'Til her velvet dress was lifted like crows into the air
Old Miss Partridge had a big hound
Older and fierce so it could not be found
Grey as ashes, teeth like a shark
People would faint when they heard him bark
On and on and on
She'd keep dancing with the moonlight shining on her
Round and round and round
'Til her velvet dress was lifted like crows into the air
Old Miss Partridge knew of the lies
The tales that kept travelling for miles and miles
Rumour had it she was a witch
Who had burried her husband in the Devil's ditch
On and on and on
She'd keep dancing with the moonlight shining on her
Round and round and round
'Til her velvet dress was lifted like crows into the air
Old Miss Partridge went with a bang
She was found in the tree where the windchimes hang
Struck by lightning there upon the hill
But sometimes at night I can see her still
On and on and on
She'd keep dancing with the moonlight shining on her
Round and round and round
'Til her velvet dress was lifted like crows into the air
She keeps dancing with the moonlight shining on her
Round and round and round
'Til her velvet dress was lifted like crows into the air
Old Miss Partridge
Old Miss Partridge