The Ledgend of Enola Mills

“THE LEDGEND OF ENOLA MILLS”

In my hometown on any night

If you listen close and the air is right

you’ll hear a sound to give you chills

The wailing of Enola mills

Enola was a witch they say

Ask anyone hear today

True or not no one knows

But this is how the legend goes

Enola was a comely lass

Pious pure attended mass

Never drinking more than wine

And only then when she did dine

Loved by all but none so much

As the holy reverend father dutch

So he invited young miss mills

To a picnic in the hills

For her it was a happy day

Though she was full of naiveté

The priest however had a different plan

For she a woman and he a man

As the sunlit afternoon drew on

And evening dark crept upon

The couple twined lying down

A spier had returned to town

She seduced the priest he said

And the townsfolk said weel have her head

Poor Enola plied with drink

didn’t know what to think

She ran and hid but they chased her down

Gagged her and dragged her back to town

She pleaded with the reverend well

Holy dutch said burn in hell

She was tied alive to a wooden stake

Then asked if she had a request to make

I know gods just so heel grant my right

To haunt you all every night

As time went on and people died

Its been said that some folks tried

To apologize to Enola mills

who resides somewhere up there in the hills