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The Rape Of Bowen

Lying in the brook naked
Cold and dead, raped and
Sweet Maude victim of a man
Now at her side lie her rapist
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 a suicide

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

At the they impale her
With the elm they to save her
her soul from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother weeps in
At the tree, at the
The tree that grows from sweet Maude heart
The men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and her
Then one dies with an arrow in his heart

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

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

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