Oh Hangman! Hangman what have I done?
My life before, no evil had I spun,
No wrongs wrought me to this dusty alter.
My last words, I vow, should surely falter.
When neck and noose meet in matrimony,
When I an angel, my feet hovering
I should kiss the angel of death,
And my freedom flutters with the doves.
At the gallows I do stand,
In front of the mourning sun.
Oh Hangman! Hangman!
What have I done?
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