Thomas James Poet Ballad

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

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Beata Agustin August 28, 2025 at 3:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Christian Alexander March 24, 2021 at 8:57 PM rad. thank you