Comments about Gaetano(Tony) Udo
Jasper T. Mctear
Jasper McTear, he lived alone
On Monastery hill
We saw him in the shadowy dark
With somethin new to kill
The little thing, (held by the neck)
Was screamin', cryin', shrill!
He clubbed it with his walkin' stick
Beat it 'til it was still
My sister Moll and I went home
We ran we didn't walk
We promised we would never tell
Hell Moll could hardly talk
Now we lived along old Sparkle Creek
By Morning Glory Wood
With Mom and Gran', the four of us
And life was pretty good
Now there were nights when little Moll'
Would 'waken with a ...