three versions of the song Poor Murdered Woman It was Hanky the squire as I've heard men say Who rode out a-hunting on one saturday They hunted all day but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground About eight o'clock, boys, our dogs they throve off On Leatherhead Common and that was the spot They tried all the bushes but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground They whipped their dogs off and they kept them away Cried "We think it is proper that she should have fair play" They tried all the bushes but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground They mounted their horses and they rode off the ground They rode to the village and alarmed it all around "It is late in the evening, I'm sorry to say She cannot be removed until the next day" The next sunday morning about eight o'clock Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock For to see the poor creature, your hearts would have bled Some cold-hearted violents came into their heads She was took off the Common and down to some inn And the man that has kept it, his name is John Simms The coroner was sent for, the jury they joined And soon they concluded and they settled their mind The coffin was brought, in it she was laid And took to the churchyard of this court Leatherhead No father nor mother nor no friend I'm told Came to see the poor creature laid under the lawn So now I conclude and I'll finish my song And those that have tarried shall find themselves wrong To the last day of judgement a trumpet shall sound And this soul's not in heaven, I'm afraid, when being found Recorded by Shirley Collins and the Albion Country Band on "No Roses" (1971)  and by Marin Carthy and Dave Swarbrick on "But Two Came By" (1969)  the Carthy/Swarbrick version does not have the last verse The Poor Murdered Woman   It was Hankey the squire, as I have heard say, Who rode out a-hunting on one Saturday. They hunted all day, but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman, laid on the cold ground. About eight o'clock, boys, our dogs they throwed off, On Leatherhead Common, and that was the spot; They tried all the bushes, but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman, laid on the cold ground. They whipped their dogs off, and kept them away, For I do think it's proper he should have fair play; They tried all the bushes, but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman, laid on the cold ground. They mounted their horses, and rode off the ground, They rode to the village,and alarmed it all round, 'It is late in the evening, I am sorry to say, She can not be removed until the next day.' The next Sunday morning, about eight o'clock, Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock; For to see the poor creature your hearts would have bled, Some odious violence had come to her head. She was took off the common, and down to some inn, And the man that has kept it, his name is John Simms. The coroner was sent for, the jury they joined, And soon they concluded, and settled their mind. Her coffin was brought; in it she was laid, And took to the churchyard that was called Leatherhead, No father, no mother, nor no friend, I'm told, Come to see that poor creature put under the mould. So now I'll conclude, and finish my song, And those that have done it, they will find themselves wrong. For the last day of Judgment the trumpet will sound, And their souls not in heaven, I'm afraid, won't be found. Poor Murdered Woman It was Yanky the squire as I've heard them tell He went out a-courting all on one fine day He went out a-courting but nothing he found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground About eight o'clock boys our dogs they throwed off And off to the common and that was the spot They tried all the bushes but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground They whipped their dogs off and they kept them away For I do think it is proper that you should have fair play They tried all the bushes but nothing they found But a poor murdered woman laid on the cold ground They mounted their horses and they rode off the ground They rode to the village and alarmed it all around It is late in the evening I am sorry to say She cannot be removed until the next day The next Sunday morning about eight o'clock Some hundreds of people to the spot they did flock For to see that poor creature it would make your hearts bleed Some cold-hearted violence came into their heads She was took off the common and down to some inn And the man that has kept it his name is John Sim The coroner was sent for and the jury they joined And soon they concluded and they settled their mind A coffin was brought and in it she was laid And took to the churchyard in fair Leatherhead No father no mother nor no friend at all Came to see the poor creature put under the mould