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letra de the ballad of grace sherwood - coyote run

[accuser]
a night of blood moon [?] full of dread
she danced with demons in her bed
the c-ck’rel’s blood around her flowed
her eyes flashed evil to and fro

thrice round the cursed fire she got
thrice tied within her hair the knots
and widdershins [?] she broke the good
and d-mned be old grace sherwood

and oh the horrors then prevailed
my happy home began to fail
my crops were blasted, ewеs all died
my wife, she withеred at my side

my well went foul, my horse went lame
and all in asmodeus’ name
and in the name of god and good
you must duck goody sherwood!

[grace]
but sirs [?] i vow and tell you right
i stand within the purest light
of clear-intentioned godliness
you must believe i’m innocent (ha!)
i mixed them herbs to heal their woe
i cured their ills and god does know
delivered babies strong and good
they called me goody sherwood
[accuser]
a foul and loathsome witch is she
accursed with evil’s panoply
of ills and omens not so fair
just look within her ragged hair

she fouls the ground she treads upon
and curses those she glances on
with an evil eye that brings no good
you must duck goody sherwood!

[judges]
and now we speak, we judges seven
we stand for god and powers of heaven
your body will be searched for marks
of the devil’s bondmaid in the dark
we cannot find the jewelry fair
so to the bay, we’ll take you there
for witches float like broken wood
we’ll duck you, goody sherwood!

[narrator]
they ducked her in the bay haughtby [?]
a swimmer strong, she floated nigh
a witch she was, she did not drown
they brought her back and into town

accused and slandered, wracked with grief
the magistrate gave no relief
they jailed her there for seven years
despite her pleas and all her tears

in time their fury towards her waned
they opened the doors, unlocked her chains
and years went by before she died
with five strong sons all at her side

but before her body’s in the ground
torrential rains came pouring down
for seven days and nights the flood
that floats old goody sherwood
[grace]
for witches float like broken wood
the people in amazement stood
and watched my coffin rising good [?]
“we ducked you, goody sherwood!”

now every year in autumn flight [?]
on a clear and cold september night
the cats will climb ahead [?] my grave
and howl to old grace sherwood

- coyote run

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