In the blackened woods of midnight, stark within a beam of moonlight,
Hidden beneath a covering, by day a brightly glowing green,
The slinking bobcat’s rumbling growl and hooting of the great horned owl,
Remind the stranger to beware, beware of what is unforeseen.
"Now run and hide," the echoes call, "hide from all things unforeseen.
Run and hide my sweet Kathleen.
Twas yesterday at Lyndon Hall, she heard the eerie, haunting call,
And each of its chiseled stones lent its echo to the spectral scene.
Eagerly she sought the haven, past the image crassly graven,
Which her devil carefully carved, carved to haunt the sweet Kathleen,
For from it came the cursed words, the words that haunted sweet Kathleen,
Nowhere to hide my virgin queen.
Now she a stranger in this wood, who knew that in all likelihood,
The haunting dark surrounding her would make the foe, as yet unseen,
Sinister with vile heart beating, longing for that final meeting,
A last and final meeting with his quest, the lass Kathleen.
She flees through inky darkness, does this fated lass Kathleen,
Run and hide my virgin queen.
Then there upon her darkened way, came suddenly the light of day,
Revealing what was hidden there, but in the bright is quite obscene.
As she ran, her small feet flying, haunted by the thought of dying,
From the mist the soldiers take her, take our dear Kathleen.
Drag her off midst cutoff screaming, silent now the maid Kathleen,
Dead at last by guillotine.
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