Fatal Flower Garden

It rained, it poured
 It rained so hard
 Rained so hard all day
 'Til all the boys in our school
 They came out to talk and play
 And they tossed the ball
 Again so high
 Then again so low
 'Til it fell into a flower garden
 Where no one's allowed to go
 When a tipsy Gypsy lady
 Oh, dressed in yellow and green
 Says, "Come here, come here
 My pretty little boy
 And get your ball again"
 No, I won't come in
 I shan't come in
 Without my playmates all
 I'm gonna get my father and tell him all about it
 And then the tears shall fall
 Well, first she offered an apple sweet
 And then a tangerine
 Then she offered him a diamond
 That seemed to do the trick that enticed him in
 Well, she took him by the lily-white hand
 And then she led him through the hall
 She took him to an upper room
 Where no one could hear him call
 No, not a soul
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 Bury the Bible at my feet
 The Testament at my head
 If my dear father should call for me
 Won't you tell him that I am dead?
 Bury the Bible at my head
 And the Testament at my feet
 If my dear mother should call for me
 Won't you tell her that I'm asleep?