Jack Whyte's Gibbet

Jack Whyte stands in the village square
An iron collar keeps him there
Children dance to mock and scorn
His wife confined child unborn

He walked a pig down Tucker's lane
He'll never walk that way again

Jack Whytes' moved into the town
The round house has been made his home
In the darkness so confined
He's lost his wife and left his mind

He stole a lamb in Dancing lane
He'll never go that way again

Jack Whyte's dancing on a string
The queerest jig you've ever seen
Hurrah the crowd cry's encore
Jack Whyte's feet jig a little more

A maid he danced in Helladder lane
She'll never go that way again



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