Classic Poem

3. They lots were got ready and in a bag put, And
each one of us our own lot we drew; This innocent
fair one, the short lot she drew: She was to be
killed for to feed the whole crew. This innocent fair one, the
short lot she drew: She was to be killed for to feed the whole crew.

1 " Oh, hold your hand, butcher! " this fair one she cried.
" Indeed and I'm only an innocent maid.
I'm a rich merchant's daughter, from London I be,
And you see what I've come to by the loving of thee. "

2 Oh, it's then the hot blood to his head it did pour,
Saying, " Since you are the loved one that I do adore,
Since you are the loved one that I do love best,
With my sweet, happy life, love, it's I wid-l die first. "

3 They lots were got ready and in a bag put,
And each one of us our own lot we drew;
This innocent fair one, the short lot she drew:
She was to be killed for to feed the whole crew.

4 They lots were got ready and in a bag put,
And each one of us our own lot we drew.
" Be quick in your motion, let the bus'ness be done. "
But before the blow was struck, oh, we all heard a gun.

5 " Oh, hold your hand, butcher! " our captain he cried.
" Some port or some harbor we are drawing nigh. "
And while we were a-sailing with a sweet, pleasant tide,
We came to a city close by the sea side.

6 This couple got married, as I've heard the people say,
There was great rejoicing on their wedding day.
The bells of the village did echo and ring,
The boys they did dance and the girls they did sing.
The bells of the city did echo and ring,
They boys they did dance and the girls they did sing.