In 1524, Under a full moon she died,
Agnes Erin Annelise watched her last moon rise.
Only Agnes`s loving parents cried,
The night young Agnes died.

On hangman`s Hill, Agnes faced her maker.
Left to hang by the light of the moon,
A crowd taunting! may the Devil take her!
Little did they know; they spoke to soon...

By the early morning misty light,
The body of young Agnes had taken flight.
The Elders of the village fled in fright!!!
And the village disappeared into the night.

Stealing apples was her only shame,
Young Agnes took all the blame.
All the young children thought it game,
The Elders of the village had no shame.

Around the apple trees and in the heather,
Agnes and the Devil dance together,
The Elders of the village should have known better.
Whilst Agnes~and~the~ Devil~dance~together...

By Jim Noond.