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The Towersey Ballad by Matthew Edwards
(Tune: Walsingham) (Originally posted in this thread)
As you came from Towersey
That holy place of fame,
Met you with my Mudcat
By the way you came?
How should I your Mudcat know
From another one?
By his coloured shirt and badge
And his sandal shoon.
He is drunken dead, lady,
He is drunk and gone.
His head lies on the grass-green turf,
At his heels a Stone.
White his face as the mountain snow
Larded all with sweet Flowers,
Which bewept to the barn did go
And stayed all hours.