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The Men They Couldt Hang

I stand as a witness to a jury and judge And for all my sins I will answer My name you'll know my trade you'll see I am the Bounty Hunter I as no friendship

Waiting for morning on the ferry boat deck 5 miles out of Calais Tired and cold and wet to the skin watching the waves and the spray Ten years have gone

sea White is the colour of my innocence Not surrender to your mercy I was woken from my misery by the words of Thomas Paine On my barren soil they fell

I'll take a journey through the town to dock gate one And there I'll take a ferry boat That ferry sails across the Solent waters deep To an island like

much as your mum But if you think it's wrong, don't tell any other Or I'll have to hurt you and I'll hurt your mother And I could hurt you so much more

her right hand, a silver dagger Say's that I can't be your bride All men are false, says my mother They'll tell you wicked, loathsome lies The very next evening, they