Hadnot Creek tells the tale of a murderous gypsy/witch, and it is the first track from Eli’s new EP. He learned it while traveling through North Carolina some time ago. It’s not for the faint of heart. We devote this posting to Tess at tesslynch—for her great stories and audio content—and to these blogs with great gypsy content: gypsymess, clutteredgypsy, thedrifterandthegypsy, dreaming-gypsy, thebohemianmuse, and befreeandindividual. Enjoy everyone! And, if you do, share it! — K.C.
In the heart of Carolina runs Hadnot Creek,
home to the Bog Bride: half-Southern, half-Gypsy.
She’ll lure you in with the smells of her cookin’
and keep you in the girth of her hips.
By the cool waters of Hadnot Creek
lips are moving, but they do not speak.
Don’t accept her charity;
the hearts of good men is what she seeks.
They say she’ll dance ‘til your eyes blur and close.
They say she’ll sing ‘til your ears become your toes.
Crawlin’ across the floor, crawlin’ into her arms.
You’ll be found dead and naked by the end of the week
in the muddy bend of Hadnot Creek.
The Bog Bride’ll end your marriage by takin’ life.
But some of these boys’d rather die by her pleasure than stay with their wives.
But if your love is true and lasting, pinch your nose and whistle this tune
as you walk the waters of Hadnot Creek where the Bog Bride croons, looms, rooms.