The amorous King John
Took by
ungentlemanly force
The
woodcutter’s daughter
And put her
upon his horse
Taking her from
Albury village
To a place
called the silent pool
The girl,
scared and crying
Prayed his
ardour would cool
But he
pressed his intent upon her
So into the
dark lake she fled
Mounted, he
drove her ever deeper
Until the
poor girl was dead
Now on the
silent pool at midnight
The maiden
can be seen there
Where the
amorous King John
Did drown
the life from her
