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THE GRIESLY BRIDE "Lie down, my newly married wife; Lie easy as you can. You're young, and ill-accustomed yet To sleeping with a man." The snow was deep, the moon was full As it shown on the cabin floor. His young bride rose without a word And ran barefoot through the door. He up and followed, fast and sure, And an angry man was he, But his young bride wasn't e'er in sight, And only the moon shone clearly. He followed her track through the new deep snow, Calling out loud her name. Only the dingoes in the hills Yowled back at him again. Then the hair stood up along his neck And his angry mind was gone, For where the two-foot track gave out, A four-footed track went on. Her nightgown lay upon the snow As it might on a bed sheet, And the tracks that led from where it lay Were never of human feet. He first started in to walkin' back, Then he began to run, And his quarry turned all in her track And hunted him in turn. An empty bed still waits for him As he lies in a crimson tide. Beware, beware, oh trapper men, Beware of a griesly bride. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Words by John Manifold, music by Tom Campbell. Recorded by Harry Tuft on "Across the Blue Mountains," copyright 1976 by Folk Legacy Records, FSA-63. also by Cindy Mangsen @myth @animal @marriage filename[ GRSLYBRD D |
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