The Rape Of Maude Bowen      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