01.08.2019-247 views -The Ballad Of Charlotte now Dymond
Charlotte now Dymond was reported missing on
13 April 1844. Her body was available on
Bodmin Moor 9 times later. In 2 September
1844 Matthew Weeks was found guilty of
her killing. He was hanged on 12 August
The Ballad of Charlotte Dymond simply by Charles Causley
It was a Sunday eveningвЂЁ
And in the April rainвЂЁ
That Charlotte went from your house, And
never emerged home once again.
And is that why the eye will not likely dry And
blinds your bleaching encounter?
" Consider me residence! вЂќ cried Charlotte, " I rest here
in the pit! вЂЁ
A reddish rock sets upon my own breasts, And my
nude neck is split! вЂќ
Her skin was soft as sable, Her eyes were
large as time, Her head was blacker than the
swamp, fen, marsh, quagmire That licked her lifestyle away.
Her cheeks were made of darling, Her neck
was made of flame Exactly where all around the
razor blade Had written their red identity.
Her scarf of precious stone red cloth, She used a
yellowish gown, вЂЁ
She transported a green gauze handkerchief
Your woman bought in Bodmin community.
As Matt turned by Plymouth About the
tilting Hoe, вЂЁ
The frosty and cunning Constable Approximately him
Regarding her can range f her diamond necklace And in her
purse her pride Because she walked out 1
evening Her lover in her area.
" I've come to adopt you, Matthew, Unto the
Magistrate's door. Come peaceful now, you
pretty poor boy. And you must know what
Out beyond the marshes Where the cows
stand, With her crippled lover Limping at
Charlotte walked with Matthew Throughout the
Sunday air, Never saw the razor blade Waiting
in his hand.
Charlotte the girl was gentleвЂЁ
But they discovered her inside the flood Her Sunday
beads among the reeds Beaming with her
Matthew, exactly where is Charlotte and wherefore
has she flown? To suit your needs walked out jogging
And now happen to be come by itself.
Why do you really not solution, Stand muted as a
woods, Your Sunday woollen stockings All
muddied to the knees?
" The girl with pure, вЂќ cried Matthew, " Ones own the
early on dew, вЂЁ
Her only stain it's the pain that round her
neck I actually drew! вЂќ
" The girl with guiltless while the day The girl sprang
forth from her...