The Rape Of Maude Browen Letra

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