Crazywell Pool

Don’t look down don’t be a fool,
Don’t stare into Crazywell Pool

There’s a deep dark well out on the moor,
They say it has no bottom – I’m not sure,
I’ve been informed by a local soak,
It’s where the devil washes his cloak.
Don’t look down don’t be a fool,
Don’t stare into Crazywell Pool

Once there were mines that were filled with tin,
But the heavens opened and filled them in,
Now on Midsummer’s Day if you walk by,
You might hear the name of the next to die.
Don’t look down don’t be a fool,
Don’t stare into Crazywell Pool

Look in the water on Midsummer’s Eve,
You’ll see the face of soon to be deceased,
The Princetown guests are locked up in despair,
Yet it’s a whole lot safer banged-up there.
Don’t look down don’t be a fool,
Don’t stare into Crazywell Pool

Two young strangers laughed at the tale,
Drank a beer and set off up the trail,
Rode motorcycles to the lake of sin,
And neither one came back down again.
Don’t look down don’t be a fool,
Don’t stare into Crazywell Pool
Don’t look down, don’t be a fool,
It’s the face of fate at Crazywell Pool