文本歌词

Poor Murdered Woman - Albion Country Band
It was Hanky the squire as I've heard men say
Who rode out a-hunting on one saturday
They hunted all day but nothing they found
But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
About eight o'clock boys our dogs they throve off
On Leatherhead Common and that was the spot
They tried all the bushes but nothing they found
But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
They whipped their dogs off and they kept them away
Cried 'We think it is proper she should have fair play'
They tried all the bushes but nothing they found
But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground
They mounted their horses and they rode off the ground
They rode to the village and alarmed it all around
'It is late in the evening I'm sorry to say
She cannot be removed until the next day'
The next sunday morning about eight o'clock
Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock
For to see the poor creature
Your hearts would have bled
Some cold-hearted violents came into their heads
She was took off the Common and down to some inn
And the man that has kept it
His name is John Simms
The coroner was sent for the jury they joined
And soon they concluded and they settled their mind
The coffin was brought in it she was laid
And took to the churchyard of this court Leatherhead
No father nor mother nor no friend I'm told
Came to see the poor creature laid under the lawn
So now I conclude and I'll finish my song
And those that have tarried shall find themselves wrong
To the last day of judgement a trumpet shall sound
And this soul's not in heaven I'm afraid
When being found