On A Misty Morn

Written by Jason
"Oh, have you seen my boy, good ser?

His hair is chestnut brown,

He'd promised he'd come back to me,

Our home's in Wendish Town."

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The maiden plead, the trag'dy her's

Her cheeks, the tears did stain

Her face was tired and drained of glee

Her form was wracked with pain

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Oh on a misty morn

Oh on a misty morn

The maiden fair with oily hair

Asked only for her son

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The good ser, with his head bent low,

Did whisper mournfully

"I've seen him, dear, it pains to tell,

But he did not see me."

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The maiden felt a mighty blow

And through her pain, did ask

"Fair ser, I pray, my soul to sell,

My boy - where was he last?"

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Oh on a misty morn

Oh on a misty morn

The maiden’s sighs did turn to cries

For want of her dear son

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The ser knew well where lay the boy,

And hesitantly said,

"Upon the Redgrass, far from home,

I saw him lying dead."

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The maiden lost her mind's employ

Her sobs filled all the wind

"Foul ser, the sun o'ertakes the loam

Your presence, I rescind"

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Oh on a misty morn

Oh on a misty morn

The maiden's heart lay torn apart

For she had lost her son

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The Stranger looked upon the maid

He dared not speak again,

And so through fog and mist he wade

'Til fate her name did pen...