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Time was up for Dolores Ward no more cures for village folk

never hexing, jinxing or fixing things she never should have spoke

she had spied a large bonfire built up with a gallows pole

and rightly guessed her hour had come so away she quickly stole.

Dolores Dolores

Hiding amongst the Ash and Oak jumps at every sound

she could hear the menfolk after her, her heart it pound and pound

she led them a merry dance that day and turned them back around

using all her craftiness she led them back to town.

Dolores Dolores

She rung the mighty church bell the men all gathered there

with wicked thoughts she tricked them in they didn't stand a prayer

a lock was fashioned for the door and tinder placed around

fire was struck screams did sound the church burnt to the ground.

Dolores Dolores

To this day the gallows noose and would be pyre still stand

a reminder that the crafty crone never could be found

the children sing and call her name a ghost in all the glades

her spirit haunts the forest Dolores never fades.

Dolores Dolores Dolores Dolores Dolores Dolores