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The Rape Of Bowen

in the brook she's naked
Cold and dead, raped and
Maude Bowen victim of a man
Now at her does lie her rapist
Her brother, cold as she is
An avenging arrow in his heart
And the squire he blame her
With his he does shame her
Sweet Maude Bowen a suicide

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

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

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

Up the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now they will her
At the tree at the will she die
Tied to the elm the faggots
sweet mother crying, choking
Mother, daughter, of a man
And the squire stands 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 fifteen old
as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich