On Choir Stalls

[Margaret:] "Choir practice today There's no excuse to stay away" Alice was still in bed A piercing pain, in her head Her condition got worse [A fellow Sister:] "If you don't go, you'll be coerced" So she made her way up to the choir [Margaret:] "Sing!" She could hardly climb the stairs [Margaret:] "Sing like an angel!" [Alice:] "Oh God," she cried "There's blood on the choir stalls" Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes "Oh God, my child" Her blood on the choir stalls [Margaret:] "Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity" A stream of blood like claret And the child came out dead The sisters were petrified in fear [Margaret:] "No! You won't blemish and defile These halls no more I'll get rid of the child You others, clean that floor!" [Margaret:] "Sin! Fornication means damnation! ...Damnation!" [Alice:] "Oh God," she cried "There's blood on the choir stalls" Her pregnancy exposed, blood has drenched her clothes "Oh God, my child" Her blood on the choir stalls [Margaret:] "Brazen Pharisee, you broke your chastity" The pain was sharp and searing Like a hot coal, burning in her stomach Like being eaten from inside [Margaret:] "Take her away To the tower She brought disgrace on this holy place Isolated she shall dwell In her tower cell No on should ever to speak to her...again"