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My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped at the Murderer's Hut, At the place where the murder was done.
The walls were all spattered with gore, A terrible symbol of guilt; And the bloodstains were fresh on the floor Where the blood of the victim was spilt.