I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl
I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl
Is it true what you hear, did he do it out of fear
Was the day drawing near when the child would start to show
Was it rage or shame, or the damage to his name
Was it something worse, does anybody know
Did she pay the price, for making men look twice
Like a glimpse of paradise across the dull and bitter land
Did she pass them by, did she dare to meet their eye
Did she scorn them all and did they understand
A grief to her father, did she really leave him
A lover to her brother, yes we all believe him
Temptation to look better, no better than she should be
Unfaithful to her lover, he always knew she would be
She said I never had a chance to prove them wrong
My time was short, the story long
No I never had a chance to prove them wrong
It's always them who write the song
I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl
I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl
Did he go to ground, was the suitcase ever found
Did the police come storming round on a trail already cold
Did he lead them a dance, did he run away to France
Or did he shop himself before the day was old
Now she was bound to loose if she set her face to choose
They never could excuse her for stirring up their fears
She was much to young, now the earth has stilled her tongue
You can hear the voices calling down the years
She said I never had a chance to prove them wrong
My time was short, the story long
No I never had a chance to prove them wrong
It's always them who write the song
I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl
I met a man whose brother said he knew a man who knew the Oxford girl