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 indidelity 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

The ghost of Raynham
The ghost of Raynham hall