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WASHER AT THE FORD

Stranger, don't be afraid.
I am in no shape to do you harm.
Though frightened you surely are by me,
Grant me a moments bended knee.

Dismiss this blood spray on my clothes.
I can assure you it's my own.
Though I lay bearing no cruel wound,
The witch on the ford surely sealed my doom.

Oh God, I think I'm marked.

Stranger, lend me your ear.
Hear these last words of a dying man.
I testify a great misdeed.
My true love's heart I have aggrieved.
I broke off for another belle.
She conjured up vengeance, she conjured up hell.
She put that webbed witch there square in my path.
Soaking my clothes with the blood of the past.

From round' yonder bend she came closing in.
The shadowy Washer at the Ford.
Jacklights were her eyes, foretelling demise.
The flickering Washer at the Ford.

Now I know I'm marked.

Stranger, could it be we've met some place before?
You bear resemblance to my lover whom I've recent scorned.
"Yes fallen friend, we did acquaint once on a stroll...
Round' yonder bend. Now, let me wring those stains out from your soul"!

She wailed as she washed.
She laughed at the cross
I hastily patterned cross my chest.
My vestment she wrung, and ruefully flung these burgundy bloodstains cross' my breast.

From round' yonder bend she came closing in. The shadowy Washer
at the Ford. Jacklights were her eyes, foretelling demise.
The flickering Washer at the Ford.