Gallows Pole
Led ZeppelinLa versione di Jean Ritchie, in molti dei dischi di questa ormai... | |
THE GALLIS POLE [1930+] Father, did you bring me the silver? Faher, did you bring me the gold? What did you bring me, dear father Keep from the gallis pole? Yeah, what did you? Yeah, what did you? What did you bring me – keep from the gallis pole? In olden times years ago, when you put a man in prison behind the bars in jailhouse, if he had 15 or 25 or 30 dollars you'd save him from the gallis pole, cause they gon' hang 'im if he didn't bring 'em a little money (…) Mother, did you bring me the silver? Mother, did you bring me the gold? What did you bring me, dear mother Keep from the gallis pole? Yeah, what did you? Yeah, what did you? What did you bring me – keep from the gallis pole? Son, I've brought some silver Son, I've brought some gold Son, I've brought you everything Keep you from the gallis pole Yeah, I've brought it Yeah, I've brought it I've brought you – keep you from the gallis pole Wife, did you bring me the silver? Wife, did you bring me the gold? What did you bring me, dear wife Keep from the gallis pole? Yeah, what did you? Yeah, what did you? What did you bring me – keep from the gallis pole? Friend, did you bring me the silver? Friend, did you bring me the gold? What did you bring me, dear friend Keep from the gallis pole? Yeah, what did you? Yeah, what did you? What did you bring me – keep from the gallis pole? | THE HANGMAN SONG Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope Slack it for awhile I look over yonder and I seen Pa coming Coming for many a mile. Say Pa, say Pa, have you brung me no gold, Gold to pay my fine? No sir, no sir, brung you no gold, Gold to pay your fine, I've just come for to see you hanged All on the gallows line. Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope Slack it for awhile I look over yonder and I see Ma coming Coming for many a mile. Say Ma, say Ma, have you brung me no gold, Gold to pay my fine? No sir, no sir, brung you no gold, Gold to pay your fine, I've just come for to see you hanged All on the gallows line. Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope Slack it for awhile I look over yonder, seen my true love coming Coming for many a mile. True love, I stretch my hand to thee No other help I know; If you withdraw your hand from me O whither shall I go? True love, true love, have you brung me no gold, Gold to pay my fine? Yes sir, yes sir, brung you some gold, Gold to pay your fine, 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've broke the heart of many poor girl True love, but you won't break mine. |