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THE GALLOWSTREE

(learned at Hiking Club folksinging parties)

(music to go here)

Slack your rope, hangs-a-man, oh, slack it for a while
I think I see my father comin', ridin' many a mile
Oh, father, have you brought me gold, or have you paid my fee?
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows-tree?
    I have not brought you gold; I have not paid your fee;
    But I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows-tree.

Slack your rope...
I think I see my mother comin'...
Oh, mother, have you brought me gold...

(repeat substituting "brother" for mother)
(repeat substituting "sister" for mother)
(repeat substituting "cousin" for mother)

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)