The Hanging Tree

Come, my love and meet me Come, my love and meet me Along the fields by The Hanging Tree Come, my love and watch the navvies building the canal there, Near The Hanging Tree Come, my love and rest here On the blackened roots of The Hanging Tree Come, my love, sing with the ghosts by The Hanging Tree Dirges for thieves, murderers and rogues Killed on The Hanging Tree Oh, come, my love and sleep beneath The Hanging Tree Sleep with the other sweet boys I loved like thee. Sleep, my love, beneath The Hanging Tree