She lies under small mound
of earth
Molly Miller be her name
the constabulary thought
they had the butcher
but they could’ne make the claim
aye she had been murdered
cut down and in her prime
her killer thought a lad up north
but not indicted for the crime
he was a strange one aye they say
looked upon her too agreeably
not gentleman like or to admire
but steely and unpleasantly
no family she has to visit her
she be laid there all alone
under dirt with worms in her insides
aye dirt and granite stone
her throat was sliced they say
so Molly she be resting,
no cross to bear her name
no flowers will have a chance
to wilt upon her shallow grave
the miller lad is now long gone
her life we could ‘ne save
ramblingsfromamum 3.1.2013
Ramblings From A Mum 