“Oh Lord, where is my husband now –
Where once he stood beside me?
His body lies in Sedgemoor
In grave of oak and ivy;
Come tell me you who beat the drum,
Why am I mistreated?
To stand alone, a traitor’s wife,
My will to live defeated.
He swore to me he would be gone
For days but two and twenty –
And yet, in seven years and more
his bed lies cold and empty.”
Folk ballad, circa 1692
On Amazon
Authors trip to Sedgemoor
Where once he stood beside me?
His body lies in Sedgemoor
In grave of oak and ivy;
Come tell me you who beat the drum,
Why am I mistreated?
To stand alone, a traitor’s wife,
My will to live defeated.
He swore to me he would be gone
For days but two and twenty –
And yet, in seven years and more
his bed lies cold and empty.”
Folk ballad, circa 1692
On Amazon
Authors trip to Sedgemoor
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