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HIRAM HUBBARD

(learned from Charlie "Brown" Artman in the 1960s at Teton Tea Parties)

(music to go here)

Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard a great many say.
Hiram Hubbard was not guilty, I've heard a great many say.
He was not in this country, he was nineteen miles away.

Oh, come all ye friends and neighbors, the truth to you I'll tell.//
Concernin' poor Hiram Hubbard and the way in which he fell.

While ramblin' through this country, in sorrow and distress,//
The rebels overhauled him, in chains they bound him fast.

Oh, they led him to the holler, they led him to the hill.//
To the place of execution, the poor boy begged to write his will.

They tied the cords around him, and they bound him to the tree.//
Eleven balls went through him, his body shrunk away.

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)