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The Ballad of Lydia Walker
The thunder roared, the lightning flashed
A child was born, and two hearts clashed
In a solitary cottage upon a hill
Rain poured down the window sill.
Cold it was, but warm inside;
The mother held her as it cried
As if that meek and precious newborn
Knew that the world was full of scorn.
Lydia Walker, for that was her name
Ten years of age became.
Poor was the family but hard it tried
Unfortunately her father died.
Six years later on her bed,
The sick Mrs. Walker to Lydia said:
"It's our only chance, so if you can
Find and marry a wealthy man."
The young woman had a handsome friend
He lived over on the west end.
So to him she proposed, desperate for her mother's life
And he replied, "I am soon to already have a wife."
She had no malice in her heart, and wished them best
But that night at home she had no rest.
Lydia's mother's time had come
So now she was a lonely orphan.
Later, "Here Comes The Bride" the organ sung
People cheered and the wedding bells rung.
Lydia Walker, on an attic floor
With no one to love, her heart tore.
No sunlight shown its ray on her
No breakfast, lunch, or supper.
After the wedding, on that same day
Lydia Walker passed away.
— Myself
The thunder roared, the lightning flashed
A child was born, and two hearts clashed
In a solitary cottage upon a hill
Rain poured down the window sill.
Cold it was, but warm inside;
The mother held her as it cried
As if that meek and precious newborn
Knew that the world was full of scorn.
Lydia Walker, for that was her name
Ten years of age became.
Poor was the family but hard it tried
Unfortunately her father died.
Six years later on her bed,
The sick Mrs. Walker to Lydia said:
"It's our only chance, so if you can
Find and marry a wealthy man."
The young woman had a handsome friend
He lived over on the west end.
So to him she proposed, desperate for her mother's life
And he replied, "I am soon to already have a wife."
She had no malice in her heart, and wished them best
But that night at home she had no rest.
Lydia's mother's time had come
So now she was a lonely orphan.
Later, "Here Comes The Bride" the organ sung
People cheered and the wedding bells rung.
Lydia Walker, on an attic floor
With no one to love, her heart tore.
No sunlight shown its ray on her
No breakfast, lunch, or supper.
After the wedding, on that same day
Lydia Walker passed away.
— Myself
