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Gallows Pole

Led Zeppelin
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OriginaleLa versione di Jean Ritchie, in molti dei dischi di questa ormai...
GALLOWS POLE

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
Think I see my friends coming, riding many a mile.
Friends, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my dear friends, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
What did you bring me to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
I couldn't get no silver, I couldn't get no gold,
You know that we're too damn poor to keep you from the Gallows Pole.

Hangman, hangman, hold it a little while,
I think I see my brother coming, riding many a mile.
Brother, did you get some silver?
Did you get a little gold?
What did you bring me, my brother, to keep me from the Gallows Pole?
Brother, I brought you some silver,
I brought a little gold, I brought a little of everything
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.

Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister coming, riding a many mile, mile, mile.
Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this man, man.

Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Pray tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many a mile, mile, mile.
Oh, yes, you got a fine sister, she warmed my blood from cold,
Brought my blood to boiling hot to keep you from the Gallows Pole,
Your brother brought me silver, your sister warmed my soul,
But now I laugh and pull so hard and see you swinging on the Gallows Pole
Yeah, swingin' on the gallows pole!

THE HANGMAN SONG

Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope
Slack it for awhile
I look over yonder and I seen Pa coming
Coming for many a mile.

Say Pa, say Pa, have you brung me no gold,
Gold to pay my fine?
No sir, no sir, brung you no gold,
Gold to pay your fine,
I've just come for to see you hanged
All on the gallows line.

Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope
Slack it for awhile
I look over yonder and I see Ma coming
Coming for many a mile.

Say Ma, say Ma, have you brung me no gold,
Gold to pay my fine?
No sir, no sir, brung you no gold,
Gold to pay your fine,
I've just come for to see you hanged
All on the gallows line.

Hangman, hangman, slack up your rope
Slack it for awhile
I look over yonder, seen my true love coming
Coming for many a mile.

True love, I stretch my hand to thee
No other help I know;
If you withdraw your hand from me
O whither shall I go?

True love, true love, have you brung me no gold,
Gold to pay my fine?
Yes sir, yes sir, brung you some gold,
Gold to pay your fine,
I've not come for to see you hanged
All on the gallows line.

It's hard to love, hard to be loved,
Hard to make up your mind;
You've broke the heart of many poor girl
True love, but you won't break mine.


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