When I grew in the wood,
I was watered with blood,
Now in the church I stand.
Who that touches me with his hand,
If a bloody hand he bear,
I counsel him beware.
Lest he be fetched away,
Whether by night or day;
But chiefly when the wind blows high,
In a night of February.
This I dreamt 26th
of February 1699 John Austin.
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