The gallows gathered quite a crowd
The day they wrapped me in my shroud
The jailer pocketed my bling
The day they made me swing
A feral mob threw rotten fruit
A jester played his tuneless flute
A fanfare bellowed to the king
The day they made me swing
A noose was placed around my neck
The hangman earns another cheque
They danced a jig the highland fling
The day they made me swing
The blindfold irritates my head
A few more minutes
Over
Dead
I'm sure I heard a church bell ring
The day they made me swing
The trap door opened down I went
Preamble to the main event
The children to their mums did cling
The day they made me swing
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Comments2
This bears the feeling of an old hanging tune that speaks of dancing the Tyburn jig
Very macabre. I love it.
- Syd
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