This is the "Mary March and Nancy April" song I did at the open mic. When I did this video, I was playing it in Em, but to sing it better I've dropped it to Dm. This was a song I started in 1991 after my vacation in Newfoundland, and didn't finish until 2013. It's a good song for the Halloween season, because the way I wrote it, it's about someone being visited by the ghost of Demasduit.
Lyrics:
Without a sound, the figure stepped out of the wood
Until in front of me she stood
Then she pulled back her hood
And said, “Pretend for me now that
You know how it feels to be the last
To know the die’s already cast,
To have no future, only past
Here my people dwelt, we lived upon this land since the world began
Now all gone, naught but a fading memory, a wisp upon the sea
Here I am, I'm the one they call Mary March
But that is not my name, 'twas hung upon me
I wore it in my shame, but I do not wear it any more
Hear me, I'm the one they call Mary March
And when Nancy's gone, then we are gone forever
Demasduit, I was Nonosabawsut’s bride
Captured and stolen from my tribe
Dragged off before their very eyes
Musket shots, my husband dead upon the snow
My child would be the next to go
And Mother wasn’t there to know
The coast men brought me away to be the go-between to my people left unseen
Taken to St. John's, I was a curiosity for everyone to see
Here I am, I'm the one they call Mary March
But that is not my name, 'twas hung upon me
I wore it in my shame, but I do not wear it any more
Hear me, I'm the one they call Mary March
And when Nancy's gone, then we are gone forever
Twillingate, dying of white man's disease
The coughs that bring me to my knees
Sometimes I look out to the trees and think
One day soon when the Beothuk are all gone
Will any know we walked upon
This world or anything we've done
Nevermore will we fish the giving sea, spend the winter midst the trees
Nevermore to stand against the wind, red mud upon my skin
Here I am, I'm the one they call Mary March
But that is not my name, 'twas hung upon me
I wore it in my shame, but I do not wear it any more
Hear me, I am Demasduit!
But I am no longer but a shadow on this earth
And when Shanawdithit passes, then we are gone for good
In a world that no longer has a place for the Beothuk
Tell them Demasduit has gone back to the wood"