306 – (Traditional)

Poem number 306
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(Traditional)
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They’ve gone to fetch the hangman, gone to fetch the noose
They’ve gone to fetch the hangman
They’ve gone to fetch the noose
They’ve gone to fetch the hangman, gone to fetch that noose
And when its round my scrawny neck I ain’t never getting loose
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And when they’ve fetched that hangman, well I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched the hangman
I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched that hangman, well I guess that’s all she wrote
When they’ve fetched that hangman and that noose is round my throat
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I might just tell the hangman I feel bad for what I done
I might just tell the hangman
We was only making fun
I might just tell the hangman I feel bad for what I done
And maybe that old hangman’ll let me see another sun
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But now I hear that hangman, with his bible and his psalm
Now I hear the hangman
With his noose there on his arm
Now I hear the hangman with his bible and his psalm
Sweet Jesus here’s the hangman and he’s come to do me harm
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They went and fetched the hangman, went and fetched that noose
They went and fetched the hangman
Went and fetched that noose
They went and fetched the hangman, went and fetched that noose
And now its round my scrawny neck I ain’t never getting loose
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And now it’s round my scrawny neck
I ain’t ever getting loose.

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