Poor Will And The Jolly Hangman 歌词

Won't you rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a young man Should be treated this way Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly No purse for a champion No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh for the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize