John & Mary
The Poor Murdered Woman
It was Yankee the squireAs I've heard the men sayWho rode out a-huntin' on one Saturday.They hunted all day but nothing they foundBut a poor murdered womanLaid on the cold ground.About eight o'clock boys the dogsthey throwed offon Leatherhead Commonand that was the spot.They tried all the bushes but nothing they foundBut a poor murdered womanLaid on the cold ground.They mounted their horsesAnd they rode off the groundThey rode to the villageAnd 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 peopleTo the spot they did flockFor to see the poor creatureSongtexteYour hearts would have bledSome cold-hearted violenceCame into their heads.She was took off the commonAnd down to some innAnd the man that has kept it,His name is John Simms.The coroner was sent for, the jury they pined,And soon they concluded and settled their mind.Her coffin was brought, in it she was laidAnd took to the churchyardThis cold winter day.No father, no mother, no long friend untoldCame to see the poor creatureLaid under the cold.So now I'll conclude and I'll finish my songAnd those that have damageShall find themselves wrongThe last day of JudgmentThe trumpet shall soundAnd their souls not in heavenI'm afraid won't be found.
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