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FANNY BLAIR (2) Come all you young females wherever you be, Beware of false swearing and flse perjury; For by a young female I'm wounded full soon You see I'm cut down in the height of my bloom. 'Twas last Monday morn as I lay on my bed, A young man came to me and these words he said: "Rise up, Thomas Hegan! and fly you elsewhere For vengeance is sworn you by young Fanny Blair." O young Fanny Blair, she is eighteen years old. And, as I must die, the truth I'll unfold, I never stole with her in all my lifetime It's a hard thing to die for another man's crime. The day of my trial Squire Vernon was there And on the green table they handed Miss Blair, False oaths she's a-swearing I'm ashamed for to tell Till the judge cried,"There's someone has tutored you well." The day that young Hegan was doomed to die, The people rose up with a murmuring cry; If we catch her, we'll crop her, she falsely has sworn Young Hegan dies innocent we're all of us sure. There's one favor more which I beg of my friends, To take me to Bloomfield one night by themselves; And bury my body in Marylemould I pray that the great God will pardon my soul. From English Folk Songs, Sharp @perjury @jail @prison filename[ FANBLAI2 TUNE FILE: FANBLAI2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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