Poor Will and the Jolly Hangman Lyrics

Won't you rise for the hangman, his pleasure is that you should rise
He's the judge and the jury at the jester's assize
Poor Will on the gallows tree never a cruel word did say
Oh that a young man should be treated this way
Chorus:
Run to me mother of anyone's child and tell me the revelry planned
Judges and barristers, clerks at the law, his show is the best in the land
Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman, he'll hang you the best that he can
Here's a toast to the Jolly
Instrumental: Em D C Bm A G F#m G#m A F#m G#m A Bm
No purse for a champion, no true love come over the stile
The debt of a poor man, he'll pay in awhile
Poor ladies, poor gentleman, born of a sorry degree
Will you laugh for the hangman when he comes for his fee?
by: Jos Duarte
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