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The Weeping Lass ©

Danny Reynolds
Dalton in Furness, England
2007

Fur three years, Mary walked the night
Tay sit and watch while ithers sleep
She'd watch the lads and lassies dance
Whilst there, in shadowed hue, she'd weep.

Her ain true love, had gone tay sea
Not dead! - prayed she. Lost tay the deep?
So she'd watch the lads and lassies dance
Whilst there, in shadowed hue, she'd weep.

The courting couples, summer nights
Oot by the crossroads, vigils keep
But she, in mourning cursed their lights
Whilst there, in shadowed hue, she'd weep.

Then came this night from oot the throng
A shape, strange but, familiar yet
Between her and the ither's song
approached a young man's silhouette,
who asked her in a voice sae deep
Why sit you here, in shadows weep?

Her ain true love was here at last
Her hehrt lept frae it's trance.
Where hae ye been, these three years past,
while I hae watched the ither's dance?

He took her haun and bid her walk
Come see where I hae been
My place is drab and dreech an damp
On the ither side o the village green.

Soon they came tay staun upon
A bankin where she spied his smirk
He pointed tay a pauper's cross
The graveyard o' the village Kirk.

You feel the dampness o' my suit
upon my weary back, my dear?
For you have held me to this earth
with every everlasting tear

But now you'll feel my bony kiss
and lay with me, as was your wish.

In fright she ran, ran with her all
Scarce noticing, she'd left her shawl ..

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Some days passed by, before the local villagers discovered a small piece of cloth, partially buried at the edge of the graveyard. As they dug through the loose ground to free it, they came across a shallow buried coffin. As the shawl appeared to be jammed in the lid, they prised it ajar, to find it was gripped tightly by a bony hand.

(Based on a Scottish ghost story)



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