Video de Brunswick Stew

[Verse 1]
In Boston town by the water side
A place of noted fame and pride
A fine young girl
both pure and chase
Grew thick and wide around the waist
[Verse 2]
We feed the girl on fish and bread
The young girl’s mother to father said
We feed the girl on the brunswick stew
And that is why her torso grew
[Verse 3]
Although we raised the young girl well
The young girl’s father to mother did tell
I fear our daughter has us beguiled
I fear that she is now with child
[Verse 4]
So the mother would send the girl away
Before the dark night
turn to day
We must not let the whole town see
For we are held in high degree
[Verse 5]
Parents in the parlor
daughter in the wild
[?]
Her eyes go dim
She'd been betrayed by her own kin
She went upstairs to take her rest
And in the night she found distress
That night she heard her babes first cry
That night she knew the babe must die
[Verse 6]
The girl in blue and bent a [?]
She
swim in the river
up to her knees
She
drenched the hound in her night gown
She left the baby there to die
[Verse 7]
So the mother and father did turn their cheek
Not a word of the daughter did they speak
Though slander in the way she’d grown
[?] never be known