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But that she goes to this old Thorn,
'Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain,
I did not speak I saw her face;
“ But what's the Thorn? and what's the Pond? And what's the Hill of moss to her? And what's the creeping breeze that comes The little Pond to stir?” “ I cannot tell; but some will say She hanged her baby on the tree; Some
she drowned it in the pond,
I've heard, the moss is spotted red
And some had sworn an oath that she Should be to public justice brought ; And for the little infant's bones With spades they would have sought. But then the beauteous Hill of moss Before their eyes began to stir! And for full fifty yards around, The grass,- it shook upon the ground ! But all do still aver The little Babe is buried there, Beneath that Hill of moss so fair,
I cannot tell how this may be: But plain it is, the Thorn is bound With heavy tufts of moss, that strive To drag it to the ground; And this I know, full many a time, When she was on the mountain high, By day, and in the silent night, When all the stars shone clear and bright, That I have heard her cry, “Oh misery ! oh misery! Oh woe is me! oh misery!"
Hart-Leap Well is a small spring of water, about five miles from
Richmond in Yorkshire, and near the side of the road which leads from Richmond to Askrigg. Its name is derived from a remarkable Chase, the memory of which is preserved by the monuments spoken of in the second Part of the following Poem which monuments do now exist as I have there described them.
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor
66 Another Horse !" That shout the Vassal heard