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.