The Merchant's Daughter

The girl on the corner who nobody knew,

Was dressed all in silk of white and blue,

She had bright blue eyes and a pretty face,

It was no wonder she looked out of place,

All her golden hair tumbled down from her head,

She'd done nothing wrong, but whispers soon spread,

She was very confused and had nothing to say,

When the witchfinders came and dragged her away,

A freckle on her arm sealed her fate,

She was tortured and tried, they couldn't wait,

To burn her bright clothes for being 'unclean',

She cried as she watched, she called them obscene,

They tied her up and they weighed her down,

And threw her into the lake to drown,

The merchant in town asked around,

But the girl was nowhere to be found,

Horror gripped him when he heard them say,

The merchant's daughter 'died' today.