Polly Gosford

the first time i saw her it wounded his heart the young man did covet her to be married nor part and yet in vain she strove to deny for he by his cunning soon made her comply the when this young maiden with child did prove he who swore by the heaven proved not to be true he led her through grove and valleys so deep the poor ruined damsel began to weep she said, ‘i fear, you have led me stray, on purpose, my life, you will betray, said he, ‘you’ve guessed right, and earth can’t you save, for the whole of last night, i’ve been digging your grave’ when the poor ruined damsel did hear him say so the tears from her eyes like a fountain did flow he covered her grave and hastened home leaving none but small birds her fate to bemoan but the ghost of this maiden would not let him be although he did think himself to be free she broke him, she tore him, she ripped him in three because he murdered her baby and she