Ducking Stool

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Round the pond we form a ring. We all belong, ‘tis a fine thing.
All but that shivering sodden thing, strapped to the ducking stool.
Standing by the mill pond side. Our joy is like a rising tide.
We’ll see her take another ride upon the ducking stool
Way hey up she rises, Way hey down she plunges
Way hey hold her under, on the ducking stool.
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Loud we chant a mocking rhyme. Still the drum beats out the time.
See her spew up filthy slime, on the ducking stool.
Now she shivers in the air, water streams from her short cropped hair.
A sodden smock, she’s almost bare upon the ducking stool.
Way hey up she rises, Way hey down she plunges
Way hey hold her under, on the ducking stool.

I was singing along. HEAVE HO BOYS, RAISE HER HIGH AND LET HER GO HARD ..... .... ....

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Ducked from the yard arm

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The mob harkens to the sound of her screams.

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Duck her again, duck her again, duck her again.

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The filthy water will put a stop to her screaming.