Mary Louise was a beautiful girl
With pale golden hair and skin like pearls
She lived Under The Mountain where vagrants did lay
In the dirt and the fyn-bos she did stay
She'd come out at night to roam
Wailing like a child
And all the men who met her
Fell beneath her knife
Mary oh Mary oh Mary Louise
How the men cried and fell to their knees
A ghost, a shade, a pale-skinned ghoul
But now you've gone home by the light of the moon
You've grasped death's blade never again
For they fell one by one Under The Mountain
She had no mercy, She felt no love
A dress made of darkness, a fine velvet glove
She hunted the weak and took their gold
Her heart was stone and her heart was cold
Mary oh Mary oh Mary Louise
How the men cried and fell to their knees
A ghost, a shade, a pale-skinned ghoul
But now you've gone home by the light of the moon
You've grasped death's blade never again
For they fell one by one Under The Mountain
The hounds searched for blood, but they found no trace
Of the sweet apparition, of that sweet deadly face
But one night her fortune befell
Her body was found, under moonlight's spell
The townsfolk were shocked, they howled in despair
For Mary Louise, the child with golden hair
Mary oh Mary oh Mary Louise
How the men cried and fell to their knees
A ghost, a shade, a pale-skinned ghoul
But now you've gone home by the light of the moon
You've grasped death's blade never again
For they fell one by one Under The Mountain