I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl....      Is it true what you hear, did he do it out of fear?   Was the day drawing near when a child would start to show?   Was it rage or shame or the damage to his name?   Was it something worse, does anyone know?      Did she pay a price for making them look twice?   Like a glimpse of paradise across a dull and bitter land   Did she pass them by, did she dare to meet their eye?   Did she scorn them all and did they understand?      A grief to her father -did she really leave him?   a lover to her brother -yes we all believe him   temptation to her betters -no better then she should be   unfaithful to her lover -he always knew she would be      She says: I never had a chance to prove them wrong   My time was short, the story long   No I never had a chance to prove them wrong   It's always them that write the song      Did he go to ground, was the suitcase ever found?   Did the police come swarming round on a trail already cold?   Did he lead them on a dance, did he run away to France?   Or did he shop himself before the day was old?      O she was bound to lose if she set her face to choose   They never could excuse her for stirring up their fears   She was much to young, the earth has stopped her tongue   You can hear the voices calling down the years      She says: I never had a chance to prove them wrong   My time was short, the story long   No I never had a chance to prove them wrong   It's always them that write the song      I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl......It's always them that write the song   repeat until fade