Lal Waterson
A yeoman farmer, he loved me dearly
So did my father, but not that clearly
Trying to spoil things for my man and me
He set a trap would break the back of any tree
My man and me went walking
My man did all of the talking
Down by Bosworth Park, green in the dark
Taking the long way back
I fell in my father's trap
Causing the birds above to wake up
Over there, and under him
The horse supporting Richard, my king
Began galloping too fast for him
The horse's hooves came tumbling down
Close by my burying ground
Forever we are bound on Redmoor Plain
My name is Anna Dixie
My father killed me
Resting peacefully, oh no, not me
Lay me beyond Cheyney
Lest I come search for thee
Dress me up grandly lest I scare thee
A yeoman farmer, he loved me dearly
So did my father, but not that clearly
As sung by Norma Waterson