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The Rape Of Bowen

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

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

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

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

Up before the at Gloucester
a witch now they will burn her
At the tree at the cross-roads she die
to the elm the faggots smoking
Maude's sweet crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire stands there
With his men laughing, joking
Then he is dead an arrow in his heart

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