
Unravished Brides
Strident figures from the north, they rode into our town
Gnawed at our meat and ate our bread, used our wine to wash it down
With eyes as big as wounds, our hands at our sides
They claim, the only worthwhile things our unravished brides
And then they rode away
And then they rode away
And then they rode away
Writer/s: Lesley Rae Dowling