04 Mar 98 - 05:16 PM (#22979)
Subject: Lyr Add: MILES WEATHERHILL
From: Alan of Australia
G'day,
Here we go:- MILES WEATHERHILL (trad)
Miles Weatherhill was a brisk young weaver
And at Todmorton he did dwell
He fell in love with a handsome maiden
The parson's servant Sarah Bell
It was at Todmorton where these true lovers
At the parson's house their love did tell
And none in the world will be more constant
Than Miles Weatherhill and Sarah Bell.
But they were parted, broken hearted
Separated were those lovers far
Those constant lovers adored each other
And love will penetrate through iron bars
They would have married, tales were carried
They caused displeasure as you shall hear
Miles was refused to meet his lover
She left Todmorton, Lancashire.
She left her true love broken hearted
And to her mother at York did go
And all the distance they were parted
Caused sorrow and grief and pain and woe
All through his sadness, Miles in madness
He made a deep and solemn vow
Separated from his own true lover
He'd be revenged on Parson Plough.
Four loaded pistols, a fit of frenzy
Miles to the vicarage went forthwith
And with a weapon wounded the master
And shot the maiden named Jane Smith
To the lady's chamber, raging anger
Bent on destruction, intent to kill
Miles took a poker and he beat her
Till crimson blood on the floor did spill.
If Miles and Sarah had not been parted
Those in the grave would be living now
And Miles would not have died on the gallows
For slaying the servant and Parson Plough
At the early age of three and twenty
In the shades below where the worms do dwell
Come all you people and consider
Miles Weatherhill and Sarah Bell. Cheers,
Alan
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