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'O Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own father, Come riding by the stile. 'Oh father, oh father, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee! To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree.' 'None of my gold now you shall have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 'Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own mother, Come riding by the stile. 'Oh mother, oh mother, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 'None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 'Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own brother, Come riding by the stile. 'Oh brother, oh brother, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 'None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 'Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own sister, Come riding by the stile. 'Oh sister, oh sister, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To keep my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree!' 'None of my gold now shall you have, Nor likewise of my fee; For I am come to see you hangd, And hanged you shall be.' 'Oh good Lord Judge, and sweet Lord Judge, Peace for a little while! Methinks I see my own true-love, Come riding by the stile. 'Oh true-love, oh true-love, a little of your gold, And likewise of your fee, To save my body from yonder grave, And my neck from the gallows-tree.' 'Some of my gold now you shall have, And likewise of my fee, For I am come to see you saved, And saved you shall be.' = = ''rrS hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, 'O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my father a coming, Riding many's the mile. 'Have you any gold, father?' she says, 'Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your own daughter a hanging, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 'I have no gold, daughter,' he says, 'Neither have I any fee; But I am come to see my ain daughter hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 'Hey the broom, and the bonny, bonny broom, The broom o the Cauthery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 'Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, 'O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my own mother coming, Riding full many a mile. 'Have you any gold, mother?' she says, 'Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your own daughter hanged, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 'I have no gold, daughter,' she says, 'Neither have I any fee; But I am come to see my own daughter hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 'Hey the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom o the Cauthery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 'Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, 'O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my ae brother a coming, Riding many's the mile. 'Have you any gold, brother?' she says, 'Or have you any fee? Or did you come to see your ain sister a hanging, Like a dog, upon a tree?' 'I have no gold, sister,' he says, 'Nor have I any fee' But I am come to see my ain sister hanged, And hanged she shall be.' 'Hey the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom, The broom o the Cathery Knowes! I wish I were at hame again, Milking my ain daddie's ewes. 'Hold your hand, dear judge,' she says, 'O hold your hand for a while! For yonder I see my own true-love coming, Riding full many a mile. 'Have you any gold, my true-love?' she says, 'Or have you any fee? Or have you come to see your own love hanged, Like a dog, upon a tree?' * * * * = = ' up thy hand, most righteous judge, Hold up thy hand a while! For here I see my own dear father, Come tumbling over the stile. 'Oh hast thou brought me silver or gold, Or jewels, to set me free? Or hast thou come to see me hung? For hanged I shall be. 'If I could get out of this prickly bush, That prickles my heart so sore, If I could get out of this prickly bush, I'd never get in it no more.' 'Oh I have brought nor silver nor gold, Nor jewels, to set thee free; But I have come to see thee hung, For hanged thou shall be. * * * * 'It's I have brought thee silver and gold, And jewels, to set thee free; I have not come to see thee hung, For hanged thou shall not be.' 'Now I have got out of this prickly bush, That prickled my heart so sore, And I have got out of this prickly bush, I'll never get in it no more.' = = . . . . . 'O had your hand a while! For yonder comes my father, I'm sure he'l borrow me.