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They're taking me to the gallows mother they mean to hang me high	A
They're going to gather round me there and watch me till I die	A
All earthly joy has vanished now and gone each mortal hope	B
They'll draw a cap across my eyes and round my neck a rope	B
The crazy mob will shout and groan the priest will read a prayer	C
The drop will fall beneath my feet and leave me in the air	C
They think I murdered Allen Bayne for so the Judge has said	D
And they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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The grass that grows in yonder meadow the lambs that skip and play	E
The pebbled brook behind the orchard that laughs upon its way	E
The flowers that bloom in the dear old garden the birds that sing and fly	A
Are clear and pure of human blood and mother so am I	A
By father's grave on yonder hill his name without a stain	F
I ne'er had malice in my heart or murdered Allen Bayne	F
But twelve good men have found me guilty for so the Judge has said	D
And they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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The air is fresh and bracing mother the sun shines bright and high	A
It is a pleasant day to live a gloomy one to die	A
It is a bright and glorious day the joys of earth to grasp	G
It is a sad and wretched one to strangle choke and gasp	G
But let them damp my lofty spirit or cow me if they can	H
They send me like a rogue to death I'll meet it like a man	H
For I never murdered Allen Bayne but so the Judge has said	D
And they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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Poor little sister 'Bell will weep and kiss me as I lie	A
But kiss her twice and thrice for me and tell her not to cry	A
Tell her to weave a bright gay garland and crown me as of yore	I
Then plant a lily upon my grave and think of me no more	I
And tell that maiden whose love I sought that I was faithful yet	J
But I must lie in a felon's grave and she had best forget	J
My memory is stained forever for so the Judge has said	D
And they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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Lay me not down by my father's side for once I mind he said	D
No child that stained his spotless name should share his mortal bed	D
Old friends would look beyond his grave to my dishonored one	K
And hide the virtues of the sire behind the recreant son	K
And I can fancy if there my corse its fettered limbs should lay	E
His frowning skull and crumbling bones would shrink from me away	E
But I swear to God I'm innocent and never blood have shed	D
And they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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Lay me in my coffin mother as you've sometimes seen me rest	L
One of my arms beneath my head the other on my breast	L
Place my Bible upon my heart nay mother do not weep	M
And kiss me as in happier days you kissed me when asleep	M
And for the rest for form or rite but little do I reck	N
But cover up that cursed stain the black mark on my neck	N
And pray to God for his great mercy on my devoted head	D
For they'll hang me to the gallows mother hang me till I'm dead	D
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But hark I hear a mighty murmur among the jostling crowd	O
A cry a shout a roar of voices it echoes long and loud	O
There dashes a horseman with foaming steed and tightly gathered rein	F
He sits erect he waves his hand good Heaven 'tis Allen Bayne	F
The lost is found the dead alive my safety is achieved	P
For he waves his hand again and shouts The prisoner is reprieved	P
Now mother praise the God you love and raise your drooping head	P
For the murderous gallows black and grim is cheated of its dead	P
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William Mckendree Carleton

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