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The Rape Of Bowen

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

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 were the crimes, the crimes of the

At the they impale 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 that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and her
Then one more dies with an in his heart

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

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

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