As I came home one night I called out to my love but there was no reply Scratched on the table I could make out a line It read Ive taken her with me, to make her mine Oh, where has she gone Where is my love Oh, I will look for her Below and above I went out on a search But got no help from the law, so I turned to the church The vicar he told me A lean man dressed in black Said he was looking for your lady and I pointed him to your shack Went back home in a haze To find her body upstairs. I grazed her cold face I wrote a note to be found by the ones that I love Gone looking for her, below and above
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