Norfolk is cursed for the dead left a trace
There a grand mansion was marked as unhallowed place
Obscure sightings were frequently seen
Wandering dim hallways with an unearthly gleam
Strange querimonious laughter at night
Probably the consequence of ignoring heavenly light
Somehow a sad spectral reality...
Kept reflecting the presence of a shade called the brown lady
The ghost of Raynham
The ghost of Raynham hall
I shall guide us through it's arcane past.
It was a time of romance and wine, before the (vis) count
Townshend, found out about his wife.
High was the price. Her infidelity would be severely punished for life
Locked behind the walls at Raynham hall's apartments
There's where she remained, driven insane until death came
It was a shame,
"Unfaithful salacious whore... you will never get away!"
That's why Dorithy died.
After being held in this antiquated prison for life.
Sickness was the reason of her mysterious death, was said
Though many have told she'd broke her heart... then her neck!
Over the years dark tales have appeared of a shade in a brown brocade dress.
It was the ghost of the brown lady, still seeking for ethereal rest