I got a little story that I'd like to tell
about a boy named bishop, who lived atop this hill
people called him a slow boy, said he weren't all there
but he never harmed none, no, he wouldn't dare
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but when the neighbor's daughter said the child was his
well, the people turned then and wanted blood for his sins
bishop tried to tell them that none had shared his bed
but the words escaped him; he found tears instead
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well his father begged then for him to bend his knee
that they might be lenient, in time would set him free
but the boy just stood there with a steady gaze
and said they'd have to break him, 'cause bending weren't his way
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so they came and took him, and dragged him off in chains
and with the town as witness, he was forced to pay
it weren't 'til he was gone that the girl cleared his name
and now his ghost still haunts us to this very day
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