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The Ballad of Malcolm McCorey

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The Ballad of Malcolm McCorey

Come and listen awhile I pray
To hear a sad love story,
I have only a minute to stay
To tell the tale of Malcolm McCorey.

I'm Malcolm, Sally was my bride
I've loved her since grade school,
She was my life and my pride
And, I was her ever loving fool.

Work let off early that night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
When my eyes beheld the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

My Sally was not forthcoming
And, I was blind by love's adoring,
I swear I never saw it coming
The day my Sally went a whoring.

This wasn't some casual adoring
That I might could understand,
This was at our home a whoring
In our bed with another man.

It was a cold and rainy night
And it was pouring down in sheets,
I wasn't prepared for the sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The truth came like a blinding light
She couldn't wait to shut the door,
When I came home early that night
While she gaily played the whore!

She glared up at me in surprise
At seeing me suddenly arrive,
I stared back into her lying eyes
Down the barrel of my forty five!

It was a stormy and dismal night
And it kept pouring down in sheets,
I'll never forget the awful sight
Of Sally whoring 'tween the sheets.

The Padre' comes to comfort me
My life's now run it's course,
Today my pain will cease to be
Soon, I'll feel no more remorse.

I forgive myself of all at last
My soul will soon go soaring,
Today will soon be o'er and past
The pain, of Sally gone a whoring.


* Malcolm was executed in may of 1969. May God have mercy on his soul.


                        Timothy I. Brumley

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  1. Date: 9/9/2011 7:03:00 PM
    I agree, the hanging tree compliments this one. Could read this a hundred times

  1. Date: 9/9/2011 12:06:00 PM
    Gives me goose bumps down to my toes - what a description, a story well told in perfect rhyme. Love it !

  1. Date: 7/26/2010 12:12:00 AM
    Hey, I never heard of this before. I like your ballad style in this one. Ballads are kinda cool! Hmmm, that is an idea for a future contest!! Luv, Andrea ps. will you ever do a contest, Tim?

  1. Date: 7/14/2010 11:14:00 AM
    Congrats on having your poem being featured on Poetry Soup home page this week, you are such a great talent. Please keep your poetry pen dancing to the lyrics of your heart. Be great and enjoy the honor. Have a lovely week. Love, Adeleke

  1. Date: 7/12/2010 9:11:00 AM
    Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Timothy. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 7/4/2010 10:50:00 AM
    sad story...I would want to do the same if I found the same!