The Ballad of Faylene Anderson
© Merv Webster
Author: Merv Webster
THE BALLAD OF FAYLENE ANDERSEN

In one corner of a women’s cell in Wentworth’s squalid jail
stands a frightened Faylene Andersen so pale and rather frail.
She weeps tears amid the prayer she says and cannot understand
why one singing Christian praises on a corner could be banned.

She was sentenced to a prison term of eight days by the judge
and despite her lawyers pleadings the old codger wouldn’t budge.
The Salvation Army uniform revealed the young girl’s creed
and her singing in the streets was deemed a blatant, lawless deed.

How the sight of that girl touched me as she stood there in that cell
and the slim and prayerful figure was so frightened I could tell.
Oh Faylene it seems unjust my dear that you should bear the shame
for the act of singing publicly and praising the Lord’s name.

It would seem that other leaders of the Christian faiths ‘round town
had seen fit to seek an ordinance that all good folk should frown
on displays of public preaching and accept their righteous view,
but I sense your faith just showed them up for what they couldn’t do.

You would suffer for their jealousy and face indignity
and you served not just one sentence, as I think they totalled three.
Still I sensed your Master warned you of the trials that you might face
and you carried your own torture stake with elegance and grace.

How the sight of that girl touched me as she stood there in that cell
and the slim and prayerful figure was so frightened I could tell.
Oh Faylene it seems unjust my dear that you should bear the shame
for the act of singing publicly and praising the Lord’s name.


© Bush Poet and Ballad Writer -Merv Webster