Текст Fairport Convention – Poor Will And The Jolly Hangman

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He’s the judge and the jury
At the jester’s assize

Poor Will on the gallows tree
Never a cruel word did say
Oh that a good man
Should be treated this way

Run to me mother of anyone’s child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here’s a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He’ll hang you the best that he can
Here’s a toast to the Jolly

No purse for a
?
No true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man
He’ll pay in awhile
Poor ladies, poor gentleman
Born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh with the hangman
When he comes for his fee?

Run to me mother of anyone’s child
And tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law
His show is the best in the land
Here’s a toast to the Jolly Hangman
He’ll hang you the best that he can

Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise
He’s the judge and the jury
At the jester’s assize