A Shropshire Lad
'Now, you see, they hang ne high,
And the people passing by
Stop to shake their fists and curse;
So ’tis come from ill to worse.
And the people passing by
Stop to shake their fists and curse;
So ’tis come from ill to worse.
'Here hang I, and right and left
Two poor fellows hang for theft:
All the same's the luck we prove,
Though the midmost hangs for love.
Two poor fellows hang for theft:
All the same's the luck we prove,
Though the midmost hangs for love.
'Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone.
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
Comrades all, leave ill alone.
'Make some day a decent end,
Shrewder fellows than your friend.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.'
Shrewder fellows than your friend.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.'
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