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The circumstance related in the following Ballad happened	A
about forty years ago in a village adjacent to Bristol A	B
person who was present at the funeral told me the story and	A
the particulars of the interment as I have versified them	C
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There was an old man breaking stones	D
To mend the turnpike way	E
He sat him down beside a brook	F
And out his bread and cheese he took	F
For now it was mid day	E
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He lent his back against a post	G
His feet the brook ran by	H
And there were water cresses growing	I
And pleasant was the water's flowing	I
For he was hot and dry	H
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A soldier with his knapsack on	J
Came travelling o'er the down	K
The sun was strong and he was tired	L
And of the old man he enquired	L
How far to Bristol town	K
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Half an hour's walk for a young man	M
By lanes and fields and stiles	N
But you the foot path do not know	O
And if along the road you go	O
Why then 'tis three good miles	N
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The soldier took his knapsack off	P
For he was hot and dry	H
And out his bread and cheese he took	F
And he sat down beside the brook	F
To dine in company	Q
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Old friend in faith the soldier says	R
I envy you almost	L
My shoulders have been sorely prest	L
And I should like to sit and rest	L
My back against that post	L
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In such a sweltering day as this	S
A knapsack is the devil	T
And if on t'other side I sat	L
It would not only spoil our chat	L
But make me seem uncivil	T
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The old man laugh'd and moved I wish	U
It were a great arm'd chair	V
But this may help a man at need	L
And yet it was a cursed deed	L
That ever brought it there	V
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There's a poor girl lies buried here	W
Beneath this very place	X
The earth upon her corpse is prest	L
This stake is driven into her breast	L
And a stone is on her face	X
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The soldier had but just lent back	Y
And now he half rose up	Z
There's sure no harm in dining here	W
My friend and yet to be sincere	A2
I should not like to sup	Z
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God rest her she is still enough	B2
Who sleeps beneath our feet	L
The old man cried No harm I trow	O
She ever did herself tho' now	C2
She lies where four roads meet	L
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I have past by about that hour	D2
When men are not most brave	E2
It did not make my heart to fail	F2
And I have heard the nightingale	F2
Sing sweetly on her grave	E2
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I have past by about that hour	D2
When Ghosts their freedom have	G2
But there was nothing here to fright	L
And I have seen the glow worm's light	L
Shine on the poor girl's grave	E2
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There's one who like a Christian lies	H2
Beneath the church tree's shade	L
I'd rather go a long mile round	L
Than pass at evening thro' the ground	L
Wherein that man is laid	L
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There's one that in the church yard lies	H2
For whom the bell did toll	I2
He lies in consecrated ground	L
But for all the wealth in Bristol town	K
I would not be with his soul	I2
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Did'st see a house below the hill	J2
That the winds and the rains destroy	K2
'Twas then a farm where he did dwell	L2
And I remember it full well	L2
When I was a growing boy	K2
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And she was a poor parish girl	M2
That came up from the west	L
From service hard she ran away	E
And at that house in evil day	E
Was taken in to rest	L
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The man he was a wicked man	M
And an evil life he led	L
Rage made his cheek grow deadly white	L
And his grey eyes were large and light	L
And in anger they grew red	L
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The man was bad the mother worse	N2
Bad fruit of a bad stem	C
'Twould make your hair to stand on end	L
If I should tell to you my friend	L
The things that were told of them	C
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Did'st see an out house standing by	H
The walls alone remain	O2
It was a stable then but now	C2
Its mossy roof has fallen through	P2
All rotted by the rain	O2
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The poor girl she had serv'd with them	C
Some half a year or more	Q2
When she was found hung up one day	E
Stiff as a corpse and cold as clay	E
Behind that stable door	Q2
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It is a very lonesome place	X
No hut or house is near	A2
Should one meet a murderer there alone	R2
'Twere vain to scream and the dying groan	R2
Would never reach mortal ear	W
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And there were strange reports about	L
That the coroner never guest	L
So he decreed that she should lie	H
Where four roads meet in infamy	Q
With a stake drove in her breast	L
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Upon a board they carried her	D2
To the place where four roads met	L
And I was one among the throng	S2
That hither followed them along	S2
I shall never the sight forget	L
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They carried her upon a board	L
In the cloaths in which she died	L
I saw the cap blow off her head	L
Her face was of a dark dark red	L
Her eyes were starting wide	L
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I think they could not have been closed	L
So widely did they strain	O2
I never saw so dreadful a sight	L
And it often made me wake at night	L
For I saw her face again	T2
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They laid her here where four roads meet	L
Beneath this very place	X
The earth upon her corpse was prest	L
This post is driven into her breast	L
And a stone is on her face	X

Robert Southey

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