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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.