Hell's Kitchen

Well Mary was a lass
 From the lower class
 She was an Irish emigree
 When she arrived in New York
 In a kitchen she found work
 Cooking meals in the Bowery
 In that kitchen Mary baked
 and never took a break
 and the people wolfed it down
 But bellies growled
 more than they should
 From eating all they could
 'Til they were buried in the ground
 Oh Mary, Typhoid Mary
 Your kitchen wasn't clean
 The dead are dead I reckon
 because they asked for seconds
 Your kitchen wasn't clean
 The city was scared
 And began to despair
 Where could this plague
 come from so crude?
 And the cops began to wonder
 Why all those gone asunder
 had eaten Mary Mallon's food
 So like a crook she was sought
 and Mary was caught
 The charge she did not understand
 Her stools were tested
 And Mary was arrested
 If only she'd washed her hands
 Oh Mary, Typhoid Mary
 Your kitchen wasn't clean
 The dead are dead I reckon
 because they asked for seconds
 Your kitchen wasn't clean
 In the hands of the state
 she died in thirty eight
 The advice her survivors left -
 If a meal makes you faint
 Then make a complaint
 And ask to see the chef