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The Rape Of Maude

Lying in the brook she's
and dead, raped and broken
Sweet Maude 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 lies he does her
Maude Bowen shamed a suicide

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 the crimes, the crimes of the rich

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

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

Up before the judge at
Accused a witch now will burn her
At the tree at the will 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 they're laughing,
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
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a
Now these were the crimes, were the crimes of the rich