[ WP ] Tell the tale of the Hanging Tree 's plight .

`` Oh, I am just the Hanging Tree and here I do belong, 
 
 For many years I've grown tall and many years grown strong 
 
 Many men have died on me, some right and some were wrong 
 
 But two of them they did no harm and are the subjects of my song... 
 
 Come gather'round ye lads and lasses, a story I will tell, 
 
 About two lovers meeting on top of Hangman's Hill. 
 
 Their love burned like a golden brand despite the winter's chill, 
 
 True love could ne'er be broken on top of Hangman's Hill... 
 
 She was a maid of purest heart, her voice was like the dew, 
 
 and many courters sought her and said that they'd be true. 
 
 But she had known to marry them, it would be her own rue. 
 
 She did seek to flee that fate, and a love note she did drew... 
 
 He was a gallant soldier, a swordsman by his trade, 
 
 Many foes did meet him and all did meet his blades. 
 
 He was the toast of all true men and darling of the maids. 
 
 But his own heart was set on one, the girl with eyes like glades... 
 
 It was to her father's keep, the swordsman did now lope, 
 
 And when she saw her lover, it filled her heart with hope, 
 
 Tying it to feather bed, she did cast down that rope. 
 
 He then climbed through her window sill, and then they did elope... 
 
 As they did lay as one true love, her father did then hear, 
 
 and he then called for all his men, and grabbed his long sharp spear. 
 
 It was at the foot of the maiden's bed, her father then appeared. 
 
 Sure it seemed that for those two loves, their bloody fate did near... 
 
 Well listened now, ye lads and lasses, a story I did tell, 
 
 About two lovers meeting on top of Hangman's Hill. 
 
 Their love burned like a golden brand despite the winter's chill, 
 
 True love could ne'er be broken on top of Hangman's Hill...''
