The Tyburn Sisters

The Tyburn Sisters - Rattlebag

Two girls both young and fair of face walked by the rushing river

One girl her heart the blackest stone had grown to hate the other

And though she wore a smiling face she'd fallen far from human grace

Her sister she did murder

And by the lonely Tothill Marsh the girl did breathe her last

Thrown from the twisting Tyburn edge into the stream so fast

The killer watched her sister drown smiled as her body floated down

Beneath the rushing river

The river hid its guilty face beneath the dirt of ages

But hidden deep and far below the angry water rages

And on this murdered daughter's bones there grew the city's ancient stones

One death among so many

And others came to die in time upon the stones of tyburn

Hung from the twisted gallows tree to face a justice stern

The blood that flowed into the ground was now the blood of London town

And of that hidden river

Death plague and dreadful poverty are suffered by the living

Still for the restless angry dead there will be no forgiving

The seasons pass and bring a fool to build a house at old king's school

Above the secret river

He dug the soil in that fell place where he had made his home

And as he worked he found himself holding the whitest bone

He took his blade to carve a horn

And from his work a flute was born

To sing the song of tyburn

And from that time until this day the only song the flute would play

Was of the hidden Tyburn