Poor Murdered Woman-Albion Country Band/Shirley Collins

[ti:Poor Murdered Woman] [ar:Albion Country Band] [al:No Roses] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Poor Murdered Woman - Albion Country Band/Shirley Collins [00:07.09]It was Hanky the squire as I've heard men say [00:13.03] [00:14.25]Who rode out a-hunting on one saturday [00:19.07] [00:20.85]They hunted all day but nothing they found [00:26.23] [00:27.14]But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground [00:33.06] [00:39.16]About eight o'clock boys our dogs they throve off [00:44.50] [00:45.60]On Leatherhead Common and that was the spot [00:50.99] [00:52.16]They tried all the bushes but nothing they found [00:57.83] [00:58.89]But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground [01:04.92] [01:10.69]They whipped their dogs off and they kept them away [01:15.97] [01:17.43]Cried "We think it is proper she should have fair play" [01:23.27] [01:24.45]They tried all the bushes but nothing they found [01:29.80] [01:30.69]But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground [01:36.59] [01:42.15]They mounted their horses and they rode off the ground [01:47.74] [01:49.01]They rode to the village and alarmed it all around [01:54.29] [01:55.54]"It is late in the evening I'm sorry to say [02:01.02] [02:02.02]She cannot be removed until the next day" [02:08.12] [02:13.72]The next sunday morning about eight o'clock [02:19.07] [02:20.24]Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock [02:25.95] [02:26.99]For to see the poor creature [02:29.31] [02:30.65]Your hearts would have bled [02:32.65] [02:33.66]Some cold-hearted violents came into their heads [02:39.61] [02:44.62]She was took off the Common and down to some inn [02:50.86] [02:51.88]And the man that has kept it [02:54.66] [02:55.38]His name is John Simms [02:57.39] [02:58.63]The coroner was sent for the jury they joined [03:04.18] [03:05.05]And soon they concluded and they settled their mind [03:10.51] [03:16.12]The coffin was brought in it she was laid [03:21.91] [03:23.01]And took to the churchyard of this court Leatherhead [03:27.57] [03:29.36]No father nor mother nor no friend I'm told [03:34.71] [03:35.30]Came to see the poor creature laid under the lawn [03:41.33] [03:46.23]So now I conclude and I'll finish my song [03:52.30] [03:53.63]And those that have tarried shall find themselves wrong [03:58.89] [04:00.10]To the last day of judgement a trumpet shall sound [04:05.29] [04:06.21]And this soul's not in heaven I'm afraid [04:10.49]When being found