The Rape Of Maude Bowen
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Lying in the brook she's naked
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Cold and dead, raped and broken
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Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man
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Now at her side does lie her rapist
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Her mother's brother, cold as she is
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An avenging angel's arrow in his heart
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And the squire he does blame her
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With his lies he does shame her
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Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
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Now here is a tale, a story to be told
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Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
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Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
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Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
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At the cross-roads they impale her
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With the elm they claim to save her
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Save her soul from Satan's evil lair
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Now her mother weeps in madness
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At the tree, at the crossroads
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The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
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The squire's men do taunt and tease her
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Drag her off the grave and jeer her
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Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart
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Now here is a tale, a story to be told
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Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
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Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
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Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
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Up before the judge at Gloucester
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Accused a witch now they will burn her
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At the tree at the cross-roads will she die
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Tied to the elm the faggots smoking
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Maude's sweet mother crying, choking
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Mother, daughter, victims of a man
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And the squire stands there laughing
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With his men they're laughing, joking
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Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart
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Now here is a tale, a story to be told
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Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
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Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
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Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
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Tha Rape Of Maude Bowen
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Inkubus Sukkubus |