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Sally Sloane Lithgow Recorded May 1976 The Old Oak Tree MurderDark was the night cold blew the blast and quickly fell the rainWhen Eliza left her own dear home and never returned again She promised James, her own true love that with him she would be At ten O'clock that very night beneath the old oak tree They came home to their old home and Eliza was not there No more it grieved her own dear friends to know where she could roam At last her widowed mother cried just like a woman wild I'll search those woods, wood around, and I'll find my darling child For three long weary weeks or more they searched the woods all round Till the journey proved of no avail and Eliza was not found The cause of all this sad, sad world was the owner of this ground Squire Scobell went out to hunt all with his own best hounds Those dogs commenced to sniff and snare and tear away the ground It was more than he or whip could do to drive They buried him just where he lay no christian grave got he No man was found to burst the ground beneath the old oak tree |