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The Rape Of Bowen

Lying in the brook she's
and dead, raped and broken
Sweet Bowen victim of a man
Now at her side does lie her
Her mother's brother, as she is
An avenging angel's in his heart
And the he does blame her
his lies he does shame her
Sweet Maude shamed a suicide

Now here is a tale, a story to be
Of a young girl, but years old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these the crimes, the crimes of the rich

At the cross-roads they her
With the elm claim to save her
Save her soul from Satan's evil
Now her mother in madness
At the tree, at the
The tree grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The squire's men do taunt and her
her off the grave and jeer her
Then one more dies with an arrow in his

Now is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen old
Impaled as a vampire, her burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the

Up the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now will burn her
At the tree at the will she die
Tied to the elm the smoking
Maude's sweet crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire there laughing
With his men they're laughing,
Then he is dead with an arrow in his

Now is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but years old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, these were the of the rich