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The Ghost Of Jenny Hill (a true story) T. Edwin Doss Listen while I tell a true story how a young girl lost her life She lived on the isle of Chincoteague back in Eighteen Eighty-five The daughter of a farmer, she was a beauty fair The favorite of her mother, the girl with the golden hair Tom Freeman was a drifter employed on her father's farm No learning and no future..... sailor's tattoos on his arms In his lustful mind he loved Jenny....He would not be denied Permission to court that tender girl to satisfy his pride But, Mother Hill refused him....two times maybe more Within him boiled a fiery rage of violence and turmoil He pulled a pistol from his belt.....Shot both with twisted strife Then put the gun to his head and took his dreadful life Chorus
The ships would ring their quarter bell as they passed the island shore Sailors who heard the story, tipped their caps in deep remorse Some folk say they still see her as she walks the shoreline there Singing her beautiful melody as she did in the village square Often when the oceans calm and Chincoteague nights are still In the light of the moon she walks the dunes.....the ghost of Jenny Hill Jenny lay dying through evening hours never speaking Tom Freeman's name While the tearful town in their torment kept his body yet unclaimed Jenny was finally laid to rest in the sandy soil she once knew On an early, misty summer morn skies broken, topaz blue She once said she'ld never leave her home by the restless sea The island would never let her go...she lives on in mystery Many who stroll the gentle tides are left with the haunting choice Was that the wind in the dune grass.....or was that Jenny's voice?

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