The Towersey Ballad by Matthew Edwards (Tune: Walsingham) As you came from Towersey That holy place of fame, Met you with my Mudcat By the way you came? How should I your Mudcat know From another one? By his coloured shirt and badge And his sandal shoon. He is drunken dead, lady, He is drunk and gone. His head lies on the grass-green turf, At his heels a Stone. White his face as the mountain snow Larded all with sweet Flowers, Which bewept to the barn did go And stayed all hours.
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