The Gravedigger's Daughter

< She wore a bright pink stain gown Indeed, the prettiest, she was in town Yet no man has ever sought her, Lo! And behold, the grave digger’s daughter Encased in a web of gossip and lies The bonds of suspicion around her ties How the riches her father had bought her Could truly belong to the grave digger’s daughter Alone they lived in the cottage out yonder Alone out there to murder and ponder These were the gossips that had caught her Into the tales of the gravedigger’s daughter How could a poor old little gravedigger? Afford the ruby ring that sat on her finger? What else than cold-hearted slaughter, Could possibly be the truth of the gravedigger’s daughter? She died quite young, the poor soul Alone and sad, pure and whole Their gossip and stories is truly what killed her Mourn and be sorrowful, for the gravedigger’s daughter >