I look over yonder and I see Paul comin',
comin' for a penny of mine
have you brung me no gold?
No, sir, no, sir, brung you no gold
I've just come to see you hanged
Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope,
I look over yonder and I see Ma comin',
have you brung me no gold,
No sir, no sir, brung you no gold,
I'd just come for to see you
hanged all on the gallows line
I look for you to see my true lover coming,
True love, I stretch my hand to thee.
If you hold back your hand from me,
have you brung me no gold?
Yes sir, yes sir, brung you some gold.
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,
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,
and a young witch looking over my shoulder,