Grace brought her sword and silver shield
and wore her iron helm
she saught the barrow in the field
beneath the greying elm
she came to slay the lichly gloom
who stalks the fields at night
and break his bones within his tomb
to end the fearsome sprite
her guide is Morgan, whitebreast crow
who flies about her head
to look above and let her know
of things that lay ahead
she let Grace know as up the road
the lich was lurking there
standing in the bushy woad
with nettles in its hair
she struck the lich about its head
it crumbled into ash
so off she went to find its bed
where sleeps his boney stash
she found the elm and pushed aside
the door of moss and bark
and made her way down inside
into the gloomy dark
and two by two the bones were lain
as teeth cut to the bone
and so was our dear Grace then slain
lichkind don't dwell alone
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