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- WORDS FOR MUSIC PERHAPS
- CRAZY JANE AND THE BISHOP
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- BRING me to the blasted oak
- That I, midnight upon the stroke,
- i{(All find safety in the tomb.)}
- May call down curses on his head
- Because of my dear Jack that's dead.
- Coxcomb was the least he said:
- i{The solid man and the coxcomb.}
- Nor was he Bishop when his ban
- Banished Jack the Journeyman,
- i{(All find safety in the tomb.)}
- Nor so much as parish priest,
- Yet he, an old book in his fist,
- Cried that we lived like beast and beast:
- i{The solid man and the coxcomb.}
- The Bishop has a skin, God knows,
- Wrinkled like the foot of a goose,
- i{(All find safety in the tomb.)}
- Nor can he hide in holy black
- The heron's hunch upon his back,
- But a birch-tree stood my Jack:
- i{The solid man and the coxcomb.}
- Jack had my virginity,
- And bids me to the oak, for he
- i{(all find safety in the tomb.})
- Wanders out into the night
- And there is shelter under it,
- But should that other come, I spit:
- i{The solid man and the coxcomb.}
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