M.J. Harris and Martyn Bates - The Murder Of Maria Marten | Текст песни

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• M.J. Harris and Martyn Bates
• The Murder Of Maria Marten

Come all you thoughtless young men,
A warning take by me
To think on my unhappy fate
To be hanged upon a tree.

My name is William Corder,
To you I do declare
I courted Maria Marten,
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.

I went unto her father's house
The eighteenth day of May
And said, “My dear Maria,
We will fix a wedding day.”

“If you'll meet me at the Red Barn
As sure as I have life
I will take you down to Ipswich Town
And there make you my wife.”

He straight went home and fetched his gun,
His pick-axe and his spade.
He went unto the Red Barn
And there he dug her grave.

With her heart so light she thought no harm
To meet him she did go.
He murdered her all in the barn
And laid her body low.

After the horrid deed was done
She laid there in her gore
Her bleeding, mangled body lay
Beneath the Red Barn floor.

Now all things being silent
Her spirit could not rest.
She appeared unto her mother
Who'd suckled her at her breast.

For many a long month or more
Her mind being sore oppressed,
Neither at night nor yet by day
Could she take any rest.

Her mother's mind being so disturbed
She dreamed it three times o'er,
She dreamed that her dear daughter
Lay beneath the Red Barn floor.

She sent the father to the Barn
Where he the ground did thrust
And there he found his daughter
Lay mingling with the dust

So all young men who do pass by
With pity take on me
For murdering of that young girl
I was hung upon a tree.

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