Francis James Child - The Maid Free From The Gallows lyrics

‘O GOOD Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own father, Come riding by the stile. 95A.2 ‘Oh father, oh father, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee! To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree.' 95A.3 ‘None of my gold now you shall have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 95A.4 ‘Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own mother, Come riding by the stile. 95A.5 ‘Oh mother, oh mother, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 95A.6 ‘None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 95A.7 ‘Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own brother, Come riding by the stile. 95A.8 ‘Oh brother, oh brother, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 95A.9 ‘None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 95A.10 ‘Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own sister, Come riding by the stile. 95A.11 ‘Oh sister, oh sister, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 95A.12 ‘None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 95A.13 ‘Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own true-love, Come riding by the stile. 95A.14 ‘Oh true-love, oh true-love, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To save my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree.' 95A.15 ‘Some of my gold now you shall have, And likewise of my fee, For I am come to see you saved, And saved you shall be.' 95B: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95B.1 ‘ITRR'rrS hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, ‘O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my father a coming, Riding many's the mile. 95B.2 ‘Have you any gold, father?' she says, ‘Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your own daughter a hanging, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 95B.3 ‘I have no gold, daughter,' he says, ‘Neither have I any fee; But I am come to see my ain daughter hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 95B.4 ‘Hey the broom, and the bonny, bonny broom, The broom o the Cauthery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 95B.5 ‘Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, ‘O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my own mother coming, Riding full many a mile. 95B.6 ‘Have you any gold, mother?' she says, ‘Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your own daughter hanged, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 95B.7 ‘I have no gold, daughter,' she says, ‘Neither have I any fee; But I am come to see my own daughter hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 95B.8 ‘Hey the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom o the Cauthery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 95B.9 ‘Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, ‘O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my ae brother a coming, Riding many's the mile. 95B.10 ‘Have you any gold, brother?' she says, ‘Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your ain sister a hanging, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 95B.11 ‘I have no gold, sister,' he says, ‘Nor have I any fee' But I am come to see my ain sister hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 95B.12 ‘Hey the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom o the Cathery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 95B.13 ‘Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, ‘O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my own true-love coming, Riding full many a mile. 95B.14 ‘Have you any gold, my true-love?' she says, ‘Or have you any fee? Or have you come to see your own love hanged, Like a dog, upon a tree?' * * * * * 95C: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95C.1 ‘HOLD up thy hand, most righteous judge, Hold up thy hand a while! For here I see my own dear father, Come tumbling over the stile. 95C.2 ‘Oh hast thou brought me silver or gold, Or j**els, to set me free? Or hast thou come to see me hung? For hanged I shall be. 95C.3 ‘If I could get out of this prickly bush, That prickles my heart so sore, If I could get out of this prickly bush, I'd never get in it no more.' 95C.4 ‘Oh I have brought nor silver nor gold, Nor j**els, to set thee free; But I have come to see thee hung, For hanged thou shall be. * * * * * 95C.5 ‘It's I have brought thee silver and gold, And j**els, to set thee free; I have not come to see thee hung, For hanged thou shall not be.' 95C.6 ‘Now I have got out of this prickly bush, That prickled my heart so sore, And I have got out of this prickly bush, I'll never get in it no more.' 95D: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95D.1 . . . . . ‘O had your hand a while! For yonder comes my father, I'm sure he'l borrow me. 95D.2 ‘O some of your goud, father, An of your well won fee! To save me [frae the high hill], [And] frae the gallow-tree.' 95D.3 ‘Ye'se get nane of my goud, Nor of my well won fee, For I would gie five hundred poun To see ye hangit hie.' 95D.4 . . . . . ‘O had yer hand a while! Yonder is my love Willie, Sure he will borrow me. 95D.5 ‘O some o your goud, my love Willie, An some o yer well won fee! To save me frae the high hill, And frae the gallow-tree.' 95D.6 ‘Ye'se get a' my goud, And a' my well won fee, To save ye fra the headin-hill, And frae the gallow-tree.' 95E: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95E.1 ‘HOLD your hands, ye justice o peace, Hold them a little while! For yonder comes my father and mother, That's travelld mony a mile. 95E.2 ‘Gie me some o your gowd, parents, Some o your white monie, To save me frae the head o yon hill, Yon greenwood gallows-tree.' 95E.3 ‘Ye'll get nane o our gowd, daughter, Nor nane o our white monie, For we have travelld mony a mile, This day to see you die.' 95E.4 ‘Hold your hands, ye justice o peace, Hold them a little while! For yonder comes him Warenston, The father of my chile. 95E.5 ‘Give me some o your gowd, Warenston, Some o your white monie, To save me frae the head o yon hill, Yon greenwood gallows-tree.' 95E.6 ‘I bade you nurse my bairn well, And nurse it carefullie, And gowd shoud been your hire, Maisry, And my body your fee.' 95E.7 He's taen out a purse o gowd, Another o white monie, And he's tauld down ten thousand crowns, Says, True-love, gang wi me. 95F: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95F.TOP, stop, . . . . . . . . I think I see my father coming, . . . . . 95F.2 ‘O hae ye brocht my silken cloak, Or my golden key? Or hae ye come to see he hanged, On this green gallows-tree?' 95F.3 ‘I've neither brocht your silken cloak, Nor your golden key, But I have come to see you hanged, On this green gallows-tree.' * * * * * 95F.4 ‘I've neither brocht your silken cloak, Nor your golden key, But I am come to set you free From this green gallows-tree.' 95G: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95G.ANGMAN, hangman, stop a minute, . . . . . I think I see my father coming, . . . . . 95G.2 ‘Father, father, have you found the key, And have you come to set me free? Or have you come to see me hanged, Upon this gallows-tree?' * * * * * 95G.3 ‘I have not come to see you hanged, Upon the gallows-tree, For I have found the golden key,' . . . . . 95H: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95H.TOP, stop! . . . . . . . . I think I see my mother coming, . . . . . 95H.2 ‘Oh mother, hast brought my golden ball, And come to set me free? . . . . . . . . . . 95H.3 ‘I've neither brought thy golden ball, Nor come to set thee free, But I have come to see thee hung, Upon this gallows-tree.' 95H.4 ‘Stop, stop! . . . . . . . . I think I see my father coming, . . . . . 95H.5 ‘O father, hast brought my golden ball, And come to set me free? . . . . . . . . . . 95H.6 ‘I've neither brought thy golden ball, Nor come to set thee free, But I have come to see thee hung, Upon this gallows-tree.' 95H.7 ‘Stop, stop! . . . . . . . . I see my sweet-heart coming, . . . . . 95H.8 ‘Sweet-heart, hast brought my golden ball, And come to set me free? . . . . . . . . . . 95H.9 ‘Aye, I have brought thy golden ball, And come to set thee free; I have not come to see thee hung, Upon this gallows-tree.' 95[I]: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95[I].1 ‘Hold your tongue, Lord Judge,' she says, ‘Yet hold it a little while; Methinks I see my ain dear father Coming wandering many a mile. 95[I.2] ‘O have you brought me gold, father? Or have you brought me fee? Or are you come to save my life From off this gallows-tree?' 95[I.3] ‘I have not brought you gold, daughter, Nor have I brought you fee, But I am come to see you hangd, As you this day shall be.' * * * * * 95[I.4] ‘I have not brought you gold, true-love, Nor yet have I brought fee, But I am come to save thy life From off this gallows-tree.' 95[I.5] ‘Gae hame, gae hame, father,' she says, ‘Gae hame and saw yer seed; And I wish not a pickle of it may grow up, But the thistle and the weed. 95[I.6] ‘Gae hame, gae hame, gae hame, mother, Gae hame and brew yer yill; And I wish the girds may a' loup off, And the Deil spill a' yer yill. 95[I.7] ‘Gae hame, gae hame, gae hame, brother, Gae hame and lie with yer wife; And I wish that the first news I may hear That she has tane your life. 95[I.8] ‘Gae hame, gae hame, sister,' she says, ‘Gae hame and sew yer seam; I wish that the needle-point may break, And the craws pyke out yer een.' 95[J]: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95[J].1 ‘Hold up, hold up your hands so high! Hold up your hands so high! For I think I see my own father Coming over yonder stile to me. 95[J.2] ‘Oh father, have you got any gold for me? Any money for to pay me free? To keep my body from the cold clay ground, And my neck from the gallows-tree?' 95[J.3] ‘Oh no, I've got no gold for thee, No money for to pay thee free, For I've come to see thee hangd this day, And hang d thou shalt be.' 95[J.4] ‘Oh the briers, prickly briers, Come prick my heart so sore; I ever I get from the gallows-tree, I'll never get there any more.' * * * * * 95[J.5] ‘Oh yes, I've got some gold for thee, Some money for to pay thee free; I'll save thy body from the cold clay ground, And thy neck from the gallows-tree.' 95[J.6] ‘Oh the briers, prickly briers, Don't prick my heart any more; For now I've got from the gallows'tree I'll never get there any more.' 95[K]: The Maid Freed From the Gallows 95[K].1 ‘O hangman, hold thy hand,' he cried, ‘O hold thy hand awhile, For I can see my own dear father Coming over yonder stile. 95[K.2] ‘O father, have you brought me gold? Or will you set me free? Or be you come to see me hung, All on this high gallows-tree?' 95[K.3] ‘No, I have not brought thee gold, And I will not set thee free, But I am come to see thee hung, All on this high gallows-tree.' 95[K.4] ‘Oh, the prickly bush, the prickly bush, It pricked my heart full sore; If ever I get out of the prickly bush, I'll never get in any more.' 95[K.5] ‘Yes, I have brought thee gold,' she cried, ‘And I will set thee free, And I am come, but not to see thee hung All on this high gallous-tree.' ‘Oh, the prickly bush,' etc.