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Way down in the deep dark swamp

is a place called Bugger Hollow

and there's a big  deep dark muddy hole

where the alligators wallow

be careful if you chance to go

down where the panthers scream

for you may not get out of there alive

if you know just what I mean

for the woods are dark and tangled well

and the vines grow wild and thick

and you don't know what might be lurking

from behind the trees

that might reach out and grab you quick

They say old Sally lives down there

some where near that old bog

with and old hound dog, a bunch of coons

and a big old one eyed hog

Some folks say that she's a witch

and she'll hang you on a rack

for many a man went out to see

and as many, never did come back

You can hear her laugh sometimes at night

but it sounds more like a moan

and if you're  there and if you think you hear her

you best be getting home

It's hot and misty there in the night

 and the whippoorwill whimpers low

and even creatures of the night

know's where not to go

and when the moon is high and shining bright

and tree limbs blow and bend

beware the one who walks at night

for she'll snatch you, if she can

thornes and vines will grab you as you walk

and twist 'round your arms and legs

and hold you till Sally comes

and it does no good to beg

you might see black lizards sitting in the trees

their long red necks just gleaming

you might hear noises in the night

 like some one in there screaming

I'll give you sound advice, my friend

don't go at night to Bugger Hollow

for theres things that live in them there woods

that might make you run and holler

Now be careful of 'the go away holes'

for it feels so good

as mud oose's through your toes

but it will suck you down where you won't be found

and no one will ever know

some more advice, I'll give to you

if old Sally comes a calling

she will snatch you down into the swamp

and leave you down there bawling

we will here you bawl for just a while

and then things will all go quiet

and not a word of you, will ere be heard

so please my friend, don't try it

I know a place, I don't go there

and it's called Bugger Holler

and I've heard some say

don't go that way

where the alligators wallow