The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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And away to Ingoldsby Hall I flew!
Dame Alice I found,--She sank on the ground,-- I twisted her neck till I twisted it round! With jibe and jeer and mock and scoff, I twisted it on--till I twisted it off!-- All the King's Doctors and all the King's Men Can't put fair Alice's head on agen!" "Well-a-day! well-a-day! Sir Ingoldsby Bray, Why really--I hardly know what to say:-- Foul sin, I trow, a fair Ladye to slay, Because she's perhaps been a little too gay.-- --Monk must chaunt and Nun must pray; For each mass they sing, and each pray'r they say, For a year and a day, Sir Ingoldsby Bray A fair rose-noble must duly pay! So may his qualms of conscience cease, And the soul of Dame Alice may rest in peace!" "Now pardon, Holy Father, I crave, O Holy Father, pardon and grace! No power could save That paramour knave; I left him, I wot, in evil case! There midst the slain Upon Ascalon plain, Unburied, I trow, doth his body remain His legs lie here and his arms lie there, And his head lies--I can't tell your Holiness where!" "Now out and alas! Sir Ingoldsby Bray, Foul sin it were, thou doughty Knight, |
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