THE ELIZABETHAN MISFIT
(written by Merritt Herring in 1964 as a counter to murder ballads)
A sweet young thing with eyes of blue
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
And hair of an amber hue
Learned one day to her dismay
That her lover was being untrue
She straightway tripped across the moor
Though her feet in the briars were tanglin'
Walked up to her true love's door,
Got a rope, walked in and strangled him.