Old Reilly's daughter got a
message
That her father was goin'
to hang.
She rode by night and came
by morning
With gold and silver in her
hand.
When the judge he saw Reilly's
daughter
His old eyes deepened in his
head,
Sayin', "Gold will never free
your father,
The price, my dear, is you
instead."
"Oh I'm as good as dead," cried
Reilly,
"It's only you that he does
crave
And my skin will surely crawl
if he touches you at all.
Get on your horse and ride
away."
"Oh father you will surely
die
If I don't take the chance
to try
And pay the price and not
take your advice.
For that reason I will have
to stay."
The gallows shadows shook the
evening,
In the night a hound dog bayed,
In the night the grounds were
groanin',
In the night the price was
paid.
The next mornin' she had awoken
To know that the judge had
never spoken.
She saw that hangin' branch
a-bendin',
She saw her father's body
broken.
These be seven curses on a
judge so cruel:
That one doctor will not save
him,
That two healers will not
heal him,
That three eyes will not see
him.
That four ears will not hear
him,
That five walls will not hide
him,
That six diggers will not
bury him
And that seven deaths shall
never kill him.
Marco Giunco |
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