Upon this spot in this deep wood
A beautiful young child stood
Hair rich dark half down her back
Lips of red and clothing black
And on the weary path stood still
For she could not see past the hill
Her mother’d warned her too right
That she had best stay home tonight
But she thought to have a surprise
And wonder yet; did she realize
The man abreast the dusky field
Was not as she her life had sealed
And far across the trees down low
Where the golden flowers grow
He brought her there and she did feel
At last perhaps her soul he'd steal
Now she did try with all her might
That little girl put up a fight
Her mother and father weep
As she will see forever’s sleep
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