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Old Emily Blair was a mirthless hag

Never a soul had seen a smile on her lips

She muttered foul curses that will make your ears bleed 

Her soul was black, like the raven she kept

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair was a bloody murderess 

She killed three husbands and put them to the grave

Fooled the officers with crocodile tears

Growing fat on her departed husbands' coffers

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair was once a seductress 

With sharp features and lips red with no rouge 

Had enraptured the old wine merchant up the hill

Two years later, he lay dead in the garden, 

A little accident or a killer's deed

The will said dear Emily was the nominee of all his fortunes 

People swear they saw her smirk beneath the mourning veil

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair then set sights on his cousin 

A handsome fella with a villa in Venice 

It was a happily ever after till he strayed from his marriage vows

Six years later, he was found in the tub

Dead and white like a fish at the stalls 

There were purple bruises around his neck

A parting gift from his beloved 

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair then quieted down for a while 

Till she set sights on her last victim 

He was a venerable doctor with the Alzheimer's disease

Eight months he lasted before his heart failed

An overdose administered ever so carefully 

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair lived like a queen 

In the mansion of her first husband 

She wore nothing but muslins and silks

Rubies, diamonds, and pearls glittered on her fingers

She broke the nose of Maddy's boy for trespassing 

Thank God that she is dead! 

Old Emily Blair is now dead and buried 

By a distant cousin who lived in the Surrey

Scarcely could he look at her haggard face

With jutting teeth and matted red hair,
H

er crimes finally caught up to her in the end 

For she died alone, rotting from within. 

Old Emily Blair is still with us

Says the old ladies after the Sunday mass

Her raven flies across the blue skies 

Its caws are a jarring sound to the ears

Who knows if her spirit has transmigrated into that raven?

She wanted to haunt us, after all! 

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