Pressing Giles Corey
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
They laid rocks all upon me, and again I say
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I was a farmer, in the spring of Salem late
My wife is to be hanged the following day
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Oh Martha I’ve sinned, though not what they state
There shall be no confession, so here I will lay
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
I’ve afflicted no person to meet this gruesome fate
Accused by a witch they say changed her way
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
Three days pass, my conviction won't abate
Stone by stone, my hope for reason gone astray
I will not plead, more weight, more weight
Crushed to dust, before they’ll clean my slate
Oh Miss. Hobbs, for your betrayal you will pay
I am no martyr, no ghost, nor wizard great
I will never plead. More weight, more weight.
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