Murder Of Maria Marten chords by Shirley Collins
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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If you'll meet me at the red corner,
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sure as I have life
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I will take you to Ipswich town
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and there make you my wife
He straight went home
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and fetched his gun,
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his pickaxe and his spade.
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He went on to the red barn,
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and there he dug a grave.
Interlude 1
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Verse 2
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Come all you thoughtless young men,
a -warnin' take by me,
To think on my unhappy flage,
to be hanged upon a tree.
My name is William Cawdor,
to you I do declare,
I courted Maria Martin,
most beautiful and fair.
I promised I would marry her
upon a certain day
Instead of that I was resolved
to take her life away
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I went on to her father's house,
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the 18th day of May
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And said, my dear Mariah,
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we will fix our wedding day
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With our hearts alight, she'd got no harm
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To meet me she did go
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I met at her hall in the barn
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And laid her body low
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After the horrid deed was done
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She lay there in her core
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Her bleeding mangled body lay
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Beneath the red barn floor
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Now all things being silent,
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her spirit could not rest
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She appeared unto her mother,
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who suffered her at her breast
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For many a long run for more,
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her mind being sore abreast
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Neither at night, nor yet by day,
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could she take any rest
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Her mother's mind being so disturbed,
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she dreamed it three nights o 'er
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Her daughter she lay murdered,
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beneath the red -conned floor
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She sent the father to the barn
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when he heard rounded thrusts
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And there he found his daughter
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lay mingling with the dust
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My trial was hard, I could not stand,
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My sorrowful heart let slide.
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When her dear voice was
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brought to prove
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Which fear set my heart right,
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Her aged father standing by,
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likewise his loving wife,
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And in her beaver hair she dove,
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she scarcely could keep life.
Adieu, adieu, my loving friends,
my glass is almost drunk.
On Monday next will be my last,
when I am to be hung.
So all young men who do pass by
with pity look on me
For madrine of that young girl
I was hung upon a tree
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Murder Of Maria Marten
Shirley Collins
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