| Go down to the gallows at midnight
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| With silk draped to cover your face
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| Go down to the gallows, they’ll soon take my life
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| And lay your eyes over the place
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| Here comes the priest and the prophet
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| The cold steel floor on my feet
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| I hope that you come down to see me
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| And give a dyin' boy his wish of relief
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| Here stands the man dressed in black now
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| He says with a trembling sigh:
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| «D'you have any words or requests now?
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| Just tell me, please, befor you die»
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| Go down to the gallows at midnight
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| With silk draped to covr your face
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| Go down to the gallows, they’ll soon take my life
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| And lay your eyes over the place
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| Go down to the gallows at midnight
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| With silk draped to cover your face
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| Go down to the gallows, they’ll soon take my life
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| And lay your eyes over the place
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| My eyes are alive in this place |