"Poor Murdered Woman". A quite bizarre 19th Century folk song.
It was Hanky the squire as I've heard men sayWho rode out a-hunting on one saturdayThey hunted all day but nothing they foundBut a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
About eight o'clock, boys, our dogs they throve offOn Leatherhead Common and that was the spotThey tried all the bushes but nothing they foundBut a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
They whipped their dogs off and they kept them awayCried "We think it is proper that she should have fair play"They tried all the bushes but nothing they foundBut a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
They mounted their horses and they rode off the groundThey rode to the village and alarmed it all around"It is late in the evening, I'm sorry to sayShe cannot be removed until the next day"
The next sunday morning about eight o'clockSome hundreds of people to the spot they did flockFor to see the poor creature, your hearts would have bledSome cold-hearted violents came into their heads
She was took off the Common and down to some innAnd the man that has kept it, his name is John SimmsThe coroner was sent for, the jury they joinedAnd soon they concluded and they settled their mind
The coffin was brought, in it she was laidAnd took to the churchyard of this court LeatherheadNo father nor mother nor no friend I'm toldCame to see the poor creature laid under the lawn
So now I conclude and I'll finish my songAnd those that have tarried shall find themselves wrongTo the last day of judgement a trumpet shall soundAnd this soul's not in heaven, I'm afraid, when being found
ALESTORM - Drink (we are here to drink your beer)
dead catchy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f55CqLc6IR0&list=RD...mp;index=8
One I actually played over again.
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