The Dead Come Back
The old legend said the dead come back
So bury them deep down the cemetery track
For the ground elsewhere is sour and unclean
And to do so would mean the dead were seen
It had been cursed since the gypsy woman
Was hung in the morning as the sun had risen
Just before the stool was kicked away
She cursed them and said they would pay
The local baker had a daughter pretty and dear
But she became ill and died one night so clear
And the bakers wife couldn't bear to see
Her daughter to be placed underground at the cemetery
So they packed her in ice daily from the local man
Keeping her in her bedroom in her coffin on the stand
Now that was two years past since she had died
And the baker and his wife kept to themselves inside
But they say if you walk past their house at night
You can hearing crying from the daughter out of sight
And I have heard her from her bedroom sobbing and say
'Put me in the ground I am dead and don't want to stay'.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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