Beneath the bends of Barrymore
On the southwest winds she chants some more
The clouds scoot by beneath the moon
Some say she is crazy like the loon
Dressed in black she cackles back
Tossing ashes from a sack
She throws her body down
And moans and sobs into the ground
A dagger she does draw it forth
Holding it up for all it\'s worth
She shrieks and damns her birth
Then plunges it into her heart . . .
so ends the life of the despised young tart
Now the owls come silently in
Alighting next to still warm skin
All walk around the disposed young beast
Only uttering \"Who\" to say the least
Then the Great Owl comes fluttering in
He\'d be giant if made like men
He collectively surveys the scene
Takes a few steps before saying a thing
\"Take her body to Evermore\"
The great one orders and does implore
And all the owls take to wing
Holding the remains of the breathless thing
They take her earthy shell away
To the land as some would say
To the sacred woods of Evermore
Yes sacredness in evermore