| «Oh, help me in my weakness,»
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| I heard the drifter say,
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| As they carried him from the courtroom
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| And were taking him away.
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| «My trip hasn’t been a pleasant one
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| And my time it isn’t long,
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| And I still do not know
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| What it was that I’ve done wrong.»
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| Well, the judge, he cast his robe aside,
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| A tear came to his eye,
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| «You fail to understand,"he said,
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| «Why must you even try?»
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| Outside, the crowd was stirring,
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| You could hear it from the door.
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| Inside, the judge was stepping down,
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| While the jury cried for more.
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| «Oh, stop that cursed jury,»
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| Cried the attendant and the nurse,
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| «The trial was bad enough,
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| But this is ten times worse.»
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| Just then a bolt of lightning
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| Struck the courthouse out of shape,
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| And while ev’rybody knelt to pray
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| The drifter did escape. |