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O, unless you are a vicar
Hell will have your soul for sure...
My hear t quickened. It was so faint I cupped my ear s and held my br eath to listen.
I r esisted the ur ge to shift my w eight in case it made the gr ass r ustle under foot.
O, unless you are a vicar
Hell will have your soul for sure
The Devil?s quick but we were quicker
Now we hide on Kersal Moor
I looked in the dir ection w her e it seemed loudest. I wasn?t sur e if my eyes
w er e playing tr icks on me, but I suddenly thought I could see the ghosts. I wasn?t
scar ed because it felt like a dr eam. This is real, I kept telling myself? but I couldn?t
make it stick.
?Via, veritas, et vita,?
Says the guard on heaven?s door
But no one has to face Saint Peter
If they hide on Kersal Moor
They shuffled towar ds me as they sang, making their way up the long dar k
slope. As they came closer , I no longer had to concentr ate to hear them. Their
voices made me shiver in the night.
Butcher, baker, barrel-maker
Hunter, hatter, even whore
No one has to meet his maker
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