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On a dark and cold night
when the owl hoots loud
Where the silvery fog hides the shapes of the trees
High in the sky, rises a full and bright moon
Above a glowing white silhouette

You may be blind, but your kin will die
If a branch of this ancient oak
Falls out of this century-old tree
A loved one will give up the ghost

Past midnight, Good Earl John
Was on his way back home
when he met an almswoman
And denied her a coin
Mad with rage she put a curse on his soul
And sealed his somber fate to the oak

You may be blind, but your kin will die
If a branch of this ancient oak
Falls out of this century-old tree
A loved one will give up the ghost

When a storm broke out, a branch fell out his son fell dead so he chained the oak

You may be blind, but your kin will die
If a branch of this ancient oak
Falls out of this century-old tree
A loved one will give up the ghost

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