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2012 © Caroline Doyle
Published by Rainbow Publishing
Smashwords Edition
overtherainbow.org.uk
Kitty Witches
These women are known in Yarmouth town,
They made the local people frown,
For they were always the worse for drink,
And never washing they did stink.
No one cared for their sad tales,
For a fishing town it made one pale,
For those women had been fishwives,
And the death of their men changed their lives.
They'd go with men to earn some cash,
They were rude and very brash,
Children were told to keep away,
Those women were witches and would them slay.
When the catch came into shore,
The town was rich these women stay poor,
They would beg for what they could,
All around the neighbourhood.
Any money went straight on beer,
As through life they tried to steer,
Looking back you feel their woe,
For they had no place to go.
The Cellar House
The family home you were a pub,
But you didn’t serve no grub,
In the war you lost your life,
When taken from the landlords wife,
She had given her life to you,
And when she left she was blue,
You had served for many years,
The Brewery next door tasty beers,
Through the generations you did pass,
My grandma she was the last,
But what was to become your fate,
Where you stood by the brewery gate,
To no surprise you became an office.
And for you it had to suffice,