Murder of Maria Marten - Shirley Collins.mp3

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[00:43.633]“If you'll meet me at the Red Barn
[00:48.143]As sure as I have life
[00:51.596]I will take you to Ipswich Town
[00:55.196]And there make you my wife.”
[00:58.685]He straight went home and fetched his gun,
[01:03.144]His pick-axe and his spade.
[01:06.583]He went unto the Red Barn
[01:10.261]And there he dug her grave.
[01:54.649]Come all you thoughtless young men,
[02:01.432]A warning take by me
[02:05.025]To think on my unhappy fate
[02:09.224]To be hanged upon a tree.
[02:14.340]My name is William Corder,
[02:19.534]To you I do declare
[02:23.074]I courted Maria Marten,
[02:26.856]Most beautiful and fair.
[02:32.600]I promised I would marry her
[02:37.363]Upon a certain day;
[02:40.934]Instead of that I was resolved
[02:45.229]To take her life away.
[03:08.374]I went unto her father's house
[03:12.607]The eighteenth day of May
[03:15.849]And said, “My dear Maria,
[03:19.385]We will fix a wedding day.”
[03:22.938]With her heart so light she thought no harm
[03:26.764]To meet me she did go.
[03:30.158]I murdered her all in the barn
[03:33.914]And laid her body low.
[03:37.312]After the horrid deed was done
[03:41.104]She laid there in her gore
[03:44.498]Her bleeding, mangled body lay
[03:48.301]Beneath the Red Barn floor.
[04:05.842]Now all things being silent
[04:09.501]Her spirit could not rest.
[04:12.901]She appeared unto her mother
[04:16.562]Who'd suckled her at her breast.
[04:19.992]For many a long month or more
[04:23.915]Her mind being sore oppressed,
[04:27.193]Neither at night nor yet by day
[04:31.046]Could she take any rest.
[04:34.253]Her mother's mind being so disturbed
[04:38.729]She dreamed it three nights o'er,
[04:42.123]Her daughter she lay murdered
[04:45.796]Beneath the Red Barn floor.
[04:49.407]She sent the father to the Barn
[04:53.598]Where he the ground did thrust
[04:57.157]And there he found his daughter
[05:00.881]Lay mingling with the dust
[05:18.521]My trial was hard, I could not stand,
[05:22.376]Most woeful was the sight
[05:25.676]When her dear bones was brought to prove
[05:29.531]Which pierced my heart quite.
[05:32.866]Her aged father standing by,
[05:36.552]Likewise his loving wife,
[05:39.875]And in her grief her hair she tore
[05:43.577]She scarcely could keep life.
[05:55.001]Adieu adieu, my loving friends,
[06:01.156]My glass is almost run.
[06:05.035]On Monday next will be my last
[06:09.278]When I am to be hung.
[06:14.959]So all young men who do pass by
[06:19.971]With pity look on me
[06:23.675]For murdering of that young girl
[06:27.848]I was hung upon a tree.