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A poem about the death of a woman, at the hands of a lecherous man, who wants her daughter |
Now, there was a man named William Wurth A student from the school, South County, Perth Eager was he; to share his knowledge new Up to the market, his wagon drew His eyes behind spectacles, and face full of glee Drew children to him for all to see He told them of magick and shewed demonstration Their roaring of laughter caused great jubilation One child, however, did catch his queer eye A girl of age ten, a girl who was shy Her hair silky and blonde and eyes of bright blue His heart full of lust and his thoughts, taboo Now with dark purpose, her parents to find To seek them an offer, to shape the child's mind The mother he found, the father had died Sara her name, but to him, his bride His new relationship, long nurture he must For want of young Corram, need garner their trust Spent him one year, teaching the girl Long nights spent he devising, a plot to unfurl Finally the day came, for his plan to achieve fruition A dagger for Sara, for Corram, perdition Now Sara lie in such heinous a manner Her spirit now trapped, within the halls of her manor Wailing now heard from up on that hill Both a great cry of pain and a call to kill The head of William, for the Banshee to cope But the daughter's Salvation, for the Mother to hope |