Too Young II (Continued)

As loud they laughed by the bar that night,

The sunset shone upon thee

For how a man O a maid as you,

Would see some fun in Mary?

“I shall give thee thanks in the public square,”

Around they turned, so steady,

For who be stood, of the words she spoke,

With a scream scarred smile, young Mary

With a pretty face, and silk soft skin,

With a hand’s soft shake, she’s steady

They can see the sunset fall from her eyes,

They really hurt young Mary

And with a shake, she holds his hand,

“I shall bow before thee,

For how a man O a maid as you,

Would see something within me?”

With a babe encased in a coffin bridge,

For she’s too young to bear him

With a shaky hand, she looks around,

Begging for the save of her baby

“For if I have you in the public square,

I’ll make a promise to thee

For if your soul it was my own,

I will give unto you my life, my baby”

Despite her young age, and the public threats,

The whole town gathered around she,

For in her arms, out the coffin bridge,

Lay still a blue eyed boy named Georgie