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I've written a ballad about Sarah Winchester to teach to the Oregon Repertory Singers' Youth Choir, of which I am a member. A friend has offered to be an accompanist (French horn). I don't know if we'll ever get to performing the piece, but we're enjoying practicing it!

Lyrics:

 

The Galled Goose of Winchester has flown –

And all my songs are over but for one;

I’ve lived and loved and lost, and now my time is at an end –

But I know this story is not done.

 

In the valley of Santa Clara,

Many years ago,

A House was built upon Flat Land

And ordained to grow;

It was a mighty palace,

Conceived out of passion,

Woven with symbols,

And hallowed with love.

 

I conceived and I constructed,

I demolished and rebuilt –

And they say that I was driven

Not by passion, but by guilt –

They portray me as a lunatic,

Who bore a cursed name,

And built her Legacy on fear

And stories fraught with shame.

 

But now, in verse, I live again,

So, sing aloud my word 

They say the Master died in vain,

But still his voice is heard,

For it was more than Masonry      

That made the Temple stand;

With this, I leave my Legacy –

The House upon Flat Land.   

 

 

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1 hour ago, Marvin Haines said:

I've written a ballad about Sarah Winchester to teach to the Oregon Repertory Singers' Youth Choir, of which I am a member. A friend has offered to be an accompanist (French horn). I don't know if we'll ever get to performing the piece, but we're enjoying practicing it!

Lyrics:

 

The Galled Goose of Winchester has flown –

And all my songs are over but for one;

I’ve lived and loved and lost, and now my time is at an end –

But I know this story is not done.

 

In the valley of Santa Clara,

Many years ago,

A House was built upon Flat Land

And ordained to grow;

It was a mighty palace,

Conceived out of passion,

Woven with symbols,

And hallowed with love.

 

I conceived and I constructed,

I demolished and rebuilt –

And they say that I was driven

Not by passion, but by guilt –

They portray me as a lunatic,

Who bore a cursed name,

And built her Legacy on fear

And stories fraught with shame.

 

But now, in verse, I live again,

So, sing aloud my word 

They say the Master died in vain,

But still his voice is heard,

For it was more than Masonry      

That made the Temple stand;

With this, I leave my Legacy –

The House upon Flat Land.   

 

 

The "Master" being Lord Bacon?

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