Old Woman:nWhat have my chickens done nownnYoung Girl:nShe took a mouse out of a pouchnAnd made me put it in my mouthnn5 Sisters:nWe call out her namenAnd beg for a shamingnnYoung Girl:nShe made me spit and shake and screamnShe made me make myself uncleannnOld Woman:nShe calls out my namenBut I'm not to blame, butnMaybe my chickens know hownnOld Woman:nI don't know why she told on menI'm sick and sad and eighty threennYoung GirlnI knew when I named hernThe devil had claimed hernnOld Woman:nIt must be my chickens somehownnThey accused my daughter andnScratched her on the face and handnnThey bite their toungues and bear their teethnThen they scratch me til I bleednn5 Sisters:nAs long as she remainsnWe will keep her in painnnI know her chickens are foulnnOld Woman:nI know I'm not to blamenBut I'm tired of the bloodstainsnI have to find a way outnUnder stress I did confessnJust to make them stop, I guessnWhat can my chickens do now?nn5 Sisters:nWe knew if named hernGod would not claim hernnOld Woman:nMy pain was in vainnFor they were all against menn5 Sisters:nAround her neck they tied a noosenAnd they killed her family, toonnYoung Girl:nOnly her chickens know now