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murdered maid

from the old baby farmer by meh229

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Poverty-stricken yokels kill lodger for her savings. But it's really their own daughter.

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Near Exminster in Devonshire,
A couple lived as you shall hear,
In humble cot of lowly fame,
Tom Johnson was the peasant's name.

One daughter God had sent their way,
But she upon a sick bed lay,
And poverty so hard did press,
They could not aid her in distress.

An honest maid came by one night,
And asked if there she could alight,
But one night's rent can't pay the bills,
To treat their sickly daughter's ills.

When Tom came home, his wife she said,
'A lodger shares our daughter's bed,
She's saved a guinea in her chest,
And now beneath our roof she rests.'

Tom Johnson to his wife did say,
'She shall not live till break of day,'
But God above ordained it so,
She overheard what he would do.

She thought on this: the wretch depraved,
And how her precious life to save,
By swapping sides in daughter's bed,
She'd spare her clever little head.

At dead of night Tom did proceed,
To perpetrate his horrid deed,
Up to her bed in haste he flew,
And in mistake his daughter slew.

Then to the garden he conveyed,
The body of this murdered maid,
Not thinking that it was his own,
Or that it ever would be known.

The lodger told he was to blame,
And when that he to justice came,
Was sentenced for the wicked deed,
To die upon a fatal tree.

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from the old baby farmer, released December 4, 2015
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