The Fiddleback spider spins its fine web In the shade of the hemlock plant Theres a little brown bottle up on the shelf And busy hands cant help themselves
Poison makes the world go round Poison makes the whole world spin
Mary Ann Cotton, dead and forgotten She lies in her bed, with her eyes wide open Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string
Bring me a bouquet of belladonna Trimmed with a sprig of mistletoe
Bloodroot, the white poppy, the black widow spider Hemlock, and the cobras kiss
Mary Ann Cotton was hanged from the gallows And on her grave a strychnine plant grows In Marys footsteps others will follow For there's no end to what the public will swallow
Where, where? Up in the air Sellin' black puddins a penny a pair Poison makes the world go round Poison makes the whole world spin