Margie's Music: Video and Audio

Two Songs by Marjorie Roswell
Baltimore Songwriters Association Concert - June 2001
Mattin Center Johns Hopkins University

  • I Gave My Body to Science
  • Willie Nilly
"This is a sing-along... that means you.... you'll know when to come in"

Come gather round
And hear my tale
So full of woe that I'm glum
I've been broken apart,
Yes I'm broken-hearted 
Don'tcha do what I have done.

  I gave my body to science
  (Now look what's become of me.)

They took my hair 
Fashioned into a wig
And now it's stuck on a shelf
Which is not very big.

  I gave my body to science
  (Now look what's become of me).

They took my lungs
They gave 'em to a young man
Just as cool as he could be
But then he switched from Kools
To his favorite Camels 
And he lives in New York City!

They took my eyes
Gave 'em to a blind man
Just so that he could see
Now I wouldn't mind
But for what they're lookin' at
Just watchin' the damned TV!

  I gave my body to science
  (Now look what's become of me).

They took my brain
Stuck it in a jar
Now I know that I'm no fool
'cuz now, my brain is gettin' an education
Finally got into Harvard Medical School!

  I gave my body to science
  (Now look what's become of me).


"I'd like to invite  my heavenly choir [Leah Ulansey and Joanne Stato] out to join me."


Willie Nilly

William D. H. Nilly:
Yes, he's a friend of mine.
I never know quite when I'll see 'im,
But to see him is divine.

William Nilly married Nelly
Nelly Nilly three tikes bore.
Nelson, Ned, and Will the 2nd.
But on her way to number four
She slipped and fell upon a hillside
"William Nilly!" Nelly cried.
"Darling, I have always loved you"
Then she gasped her last, and died.

William Nilly, widower,
Would waken in the night and weep
Missing Nelly, night or not,
When wide-awake or in his sleep.

Circumstance, and happenstance,
And Willie Nilly knows not why
I salute, feel charmed to know him
Every time he passes by.

William he's a widower,
And I, alas, a widow.
And if he said he loved me,
I might in fact, say 'ditto.'

Serendipity's a friend,
There's pleasure in not knowing
What you might find around the bend
Where e'er you may be going.