The Rape of Maude Bowen
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โฑ๏ธ 4:32 duration
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๐ Lyrics
Lying in the brook she's naked
Cold and dead, raped and broken
Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man
Now at her side does lie her rapist
Her mother's brother, cold as she is
An avenging angel's arrow in his heart
And the squire he does blame her
With his lies he does shame her
Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
At the cross-roads they impale her
With the elm they claim to save her
Save her soul from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother weeps in madness
At the tree, at the crossroads
The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The squire's men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and jeer her
Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
Up before the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now they will burn her
At the tree at the cross-roads will she die
Tied to the elm the faggots smoking
Maude's sweet mother crying, choking
Mother, daughter, victims of a man
And the squire stands there laughing
With his men they're laughing, joking
Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
Cold and dead, raped and broken
Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man
Now at her side does lie her rapist
Her mother's brother, cold as she is
An avenging angel's arrow in his heart
And the squire he does blame her
With his lies he does shame her
Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
At the cross-roads they impale her
With the elm they claim to save her
Save her soul from Satan's evil lair
Now her mother weeps in madness
At the tree, at the crossroads
The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
The squire's men do taunt and tease her
Drag her off the grave and jeer her
Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
Up before the judge at Gloucester
Accused a witch now they will burn her
At the tree at the cross-roads will she die
Tied to the elm the faggots smoking
Maude's sweet mother crying, choking
Mother, daughter, victims of a man
And the squire stands there laughing
With his men they're laughing, joking
Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart
Now here is a tale, a story to be told
Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:28.42] Lying in the brook she's naked
[00:31.18] Cold and dead, raped and broken
[00:33.83] Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man
[00:39.29] Now at her side does lie her rapist
[00:42.05] Her mother's brother, cold as she is
[00:44.73] An avenging angel's arrow in his heart
[00:51.07] And the squire he does blame her
[00:53.77] With his lies he does shame her
[00:56.45] Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
[01:01.86] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[01:07.26] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[01:13.55] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[01:19.06] Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
[01:25.32] At the cross-roads they impale her
[01:28.09] With the elm they claim to save her
[01:30.73] Save her soul from Satan's evil lair
[01:36.15] Now her mother weeps in madness
[01:38.84] At the tree, at the crossroads
[01:41.58] The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
[01:47.93] The squire's men do taunt and tease her
[01:50.62] Drag her off the grave and jeer her
[01:53.34] Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart
[01:59.60] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[02:05.08] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[02:10.47] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[02:15.82] Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
[02:22.14] Up before the judge at Gloucester
[02:24.92] Accused a witch now they will burn her
[02:27.61] At the tree at the cross-roads will she die
[02:34.89] Tied to the elm the faggots smoking
[02:37.51] Maude's sweet mother crying, choking
[02:40.23] Mother, daughter, victims of a man
[02:46.57] And the squire stands there laughing
[02:49.25] With his men they're laughing, joking
[02:51.92] Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart
[02:58.22] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[03:03.68] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[03:09.19] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[03:15.40] Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
[04:25.83]
[00:31.18] Cold and dead, raped and broken
[00:33.83] Sweet Maude Bowen victim of a man
[00:39.29] Now at her side does lie her rapist
[00:42.05] Her mother's brother, cold as she is
[00:44.73] An avenging angel's arrow in his heart
[00:51.07] And the squire he does blame her
[00:53.77] With his lies he does shame her
[00:56.45] Sweet Maude Bowen shamed a suicide
[01:01.86] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[01:07.26] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[01:13.55] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[01:19.06] Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
[01:25.32] At the cross-roads they impale her
[01:28.09] With the elm they claim to save her
[01:30.73] Save her soul from Satan's evil lair
[01:36.15] Now her mother weeps in madness
[01:38.84] At the tree, at the crossroads
[01:41.58] The tree that grows from sweet Maude Bowen's heart
[01:47.93] The squire's men do taunt and tease her
[01:50.62] Drag her off the grave and jeer her
[01:53.34] Then one more dies with an arrow in his heart
[01:59.60] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[02:05.08] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[02:10.47] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[02:15.82] Now these were the crimes, the crimes of the rich
[02:22.14] Up before the judge at Gloucester
[02:24.92] Accused a witch now they will burn her
[02:27.61] At the tree at the cross-roads will she die
[02:34.89] Tied to the elm the faggots smoking
[02:37.51] Maude's sweet mother crying, choking
[02:40.23] Mother, daughter, victims of a man
[02:46.57] And the squire stands there laughing
[02:49.25] With his men they're laughing, joking
[02:51.92] Then he is dead with an arrow in his heart
[02:58.22] Now here is a tale, a story to be told
[03:03.68] Of a young girl, but fifteen years old
[03:09.19] Impaled as a vampire, her mother burned as a witch
[03:15.40] Now these were the crimes, these were the crimes of the rich
[04:25.83]