slack up your rope,
slack it for a while,
I look over yonder and I see Paul comin',
comin' for a penny of mine
Say, Paul, say, Paul,
have you brung me no gold?
Gold to pay my fine
No, sir, no, sir, brung you no gold
Gold to pay your fine
I've just come to see you hanged
along the gallows line
Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope,
slack it for a while.
I look over yonder and I see Ma comin',
comin' for many a mile.
Say, Ma, say, Ma,
have you brung me no gold,
gold to pay my file?
No sir, no sir, brung you no gold,
gold to pay a fine
I'd just come for to see you
hanged all on the gallows line
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hangman, hangman,
slack up your rope.
Slack it for a while.
I look for you to see my true lover coming,
coming for many a mile.
True love, I stretch my hand to thee.
No other help I know.
If you hold back your hand from me,
whither shall I go?
True love, true love,
have you brung me no gold?
Gold to pay my fine?
Yes sir, yes sir, brung you some gold.
Gold to pay your fine?
I've not come for to see you
hanged all on the gallows line.
It's hard to love, hard to be loved
Hard to make up your mind
You broke the heart of many poor girls.
True love, but you won't break mine.
here under a misconception,
folks.
I'm still only 69. Birthday on June 17th,
at which time we have another party.
This is my partner Irene Piper -Scott,
my oldest son Neil over there,
Youngest son, Callum,
and a young witch looking over my shoulder,
Eliza Carthy.