The Lady Down the Lane
An old felt hat adorned her head
Her wicker basket on her arm
A life alone, she'd never wed,
A gentle soul, so full of charm.
A tootle down the shop most days
A warm "hello" she had for all,
Her little dog there by her side
Always at her beck and call.
Then one day she disappeared
As a child, I did not ask
I thought mum had seen her though,
I heard her say, "old Martha's passed."
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