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Stephen Vincent Benet - Cotton Mather
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1663-1728

Grim Cotton Mather
Was always seeing witches,
Daylight, moonlight,
They buzzed about his head,
Pinching him and plaguing him
With aches and pains and stitches,
Witches in his pulpit,
Witches by his bed.

Nowadays, nowadays,
We`d say that he was crazy,
But everyone believed him
In old Salem town
And nineteen people
Were hanged for Salem witches
Because of Cotton Mather
And his long, black gown.

Old Cotton Mather
Didn`t die happy.
He could preach and thunder,
He could fast and pray,
But men began to wonder
If there had been witches
When he walked in the streets
Men looked the other way.
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