Agatha Bell

Agatha Bell, as far as I can tell
She was the last of eleven daughters
Agatha Bell, she married very well
He was the son of a self-made man

Agatha Bell, said he got swept away
He was lost to the fast and freezing waters
Agatha Bell, thought there’d be hell to pay
So, she dressed in black and knelt to pray

Please lord send me another
A much better looking one
Make sure he’s a better lover
Won’t that be fun
So, for Agatha Bell, it ended very well
And Agatha fell in love again

Agatha Bell, she sold and moved away
But she was never long for being alone
A new mystery man and wealthy too they say
But he was such a long way from home

By the time it took to discover
She was up and gone
She left him under the covers
On a misty morn
So, for Agatha Bell, it ended very well
And Agatha fell in love again

Some say they saw her in Paris
Some say on the underground
Her name it may now be Harris
But she’s still not found
So, for Agatha Bell, it ended very well
And Agatha fell in love again