The Ghost Of Charlotte Dymond Poem by Clive Blake

Charlotte died in eighteen-forty-four,
Murdered on Cornwall's,
On Cornwall's, Bodmin Moor,
Those seeing the ghost are very sure,
It's poor Charlotte,
Poor Charlotte, who still walks the moor.

A monument erected is there to this day,
Marking the spot,
The spot, where she did last lay.
Those seeing the ghost are very sure,
It's poor Charlotte,
Poor Charlotte, who still walks the moor.

Was it her murderer the police did arrest?
But if so, why can't her spirit,
Her spirit, now find its rest?
For those seeing the ghost are very sure,
It's poor Charlotte,
Poor Charlotte, who still walks the moor...