Classic Poem

As I went down to the old depot
To see the train roll by,
I thought I saw my dear old girl
Hang her head and cry.

The night was dark and stormy;
It sure did look like rain.
Not a friend in the whole wide world,
And no one knew my name.

No one knew my name, poor boy,
No one knew my name;
Not a friend in the whole wide world,
And no one knew my name.

" Go away, Mr. Judge, go away, Mr. Judge,
Just wait a little while.
I think I saw my dear old girl
Walk for miles and miles.

" Dear girl, have you brought me silver?
Dear girl, have you brought me gold?
Have you walked these long, long miles
To see me hanged upon the hangman's pole? "

" Dear boy, I've brought you silver,
Dear boy, I've brought you gold;
I have not walked these long, long miles
To see you hanged upon the hangman's pole. "

She took me from the scaffold;
She untied my hands;
The tears ran down the poor girl's cheeks:
" I love this highway man. "