Copperfox
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There's a story remembered in fragments
By Scotsmen who live near the Tay,
Of a Scot who found work down in England,
A man from the Clan of MacBrae.
He had no luck with women in Scotland,
But long after he had left home,
It's been said that he found love in England;
So I'll tell as much as is known....
In the old days of horrid asylums
Where mad folk were left to decay,
A mad wench named Maureen bore a daughter,
And called her Sophia Renee.
She at least had some care in the madhouse,
Far better than out on the street;
She was spared from the worst of the beatings,
And most days, had something to eat.
An old inmate whom others called Auntie
Taught her how to talk and to play,
But to read books was out of the question
For little Sophia Renee.
All her world was this putrid asylum;
Small windows gave hints of the sky.
Fellow loonies were added at random;
The only way out was to die.
When Sophia somehow grew up lovely,
By miracles wondrous to say,
She was never abused very greatly;
God pitied Sophia Renee.
But God's pity was not in a hurry
To let her escape to the world;
She was old enough to have been courted
The night the asylum was burned.
Though the doctor in charge could not answer
How sparks from a fire went astray,
To his credit, he rescued the inmates,
Including Sophia Renee.
As he pushed the last one out to safety,
The rooftop caved in, and he died;
As the doctor was meeting his Maker,
The inmates went pouring outside.
Not one record survived as a witness
Of why they had been put away;
But the loonies knew not what to do now,
Except for Sophia Renee.
She remembered how Auntie had told her
About the wide river so near;
Catching sight of it, gleaming from firelight,
She headed for it without fear.
TO BE CONTINUED....
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