Where there’s smoke, where there’s fire, there’s flames,

And there you hear her screaming dire,

Old Mames,

Who used to sing you on her lire,

Old Mames,

Who used to fulfil male desire,

Old Mames,

Who used to save you from your sire,

Old Mames,

Who your wishes by her aquire,

Old Mames,

Who sang at the back of the choir,

Old Mames,

Who is now burning for the Squire,

Old Mames,

Never took her to before a crier,

Fire maims,

Witchcraft, treachery, tried by the squire,

Goodbye old Mames.