"There's a poor girl lies buried here, Beneath this very place, The earth upon her corpse is prest, The stake is driven into her breast, The soldier had but just leant back, "There's sure no harm in dining here, My friend? and yet, to be sincere, "God rest her! she is still enough Who sleeps beneath my feet!" The old man cried. "No harm I trow She ever did herself, though now She lies where four roads meet. "I have past by about that hour "I have past by about that hour "There's one who like a Christian lies Beneath the church-tree's shade; I'd rather go a long mile round Than pass at evening through the ground Wherein that man is laid. "There's one who in the church-yard lies For whom the bell did toll; He lies in consecrated ground, But for all the wealth in Bristol town I would not be with his soul ! "Did'st see a house below the hill Which the winds and the rains destroy? 'Twas then a farm where he did dwell, And I remember it full well When I was a growing boy. "And she was a poor parish girl Was taken in to rest. "The man he was a wicked man, And an evil life he led ; Rage made his face grow deadly white, And his grey eyes were large and light, And in anger they grew red! "The man was bad, the mother worse, Bad fruit of evil stem; "Twould make your hair to stand on end If I should tell to you, my friend, The things that were told of them! "Did'st see an out-house standing by? The walls alone remain; It was a stable then, but now Its mossy roof has fallen through All rotted by the rain. "The poor girl she had served with them Some half-a-year or more, When she was found hung up one day, Stiff as a corpse and cold as clay, Behind that stable door! "It is a wild and lonesome place, No hut or house is near; Should one meet a murderer there alone "Twere vain to scream, and the dying groan Would never reach mortal ear. "And there were strange reports about; But still the Coroner found That she by her own hand had died, And not in Christian ground. |