Tyburn Tree from Tightrope by Odgers and Simmonds

Tyburn Tree
I was walking through London just yesterday
Past the arches of marble down by Park Lane
Saw a crowd of good people all gathered around
And three helpless wretches they dragged on the ground

I spoke to a tall man in the midst of the crowd
And then I asked why the mob ran around
He told me – we got us three thieves on the deck
Gonna take to the lamppost and hang their poor necks

When the wind turns the blood churns
Under Tyburn’s tree

But what did they steal, I asked him again
To turn you to wolves on your fellow men
My house and my work, my savings, my wings
And all through the country they stole everything

But should we murder and put to the sword?
Bully and harass, condemn and contort?
To resemble these bastards would make us the same
They should live in the shade of our contempt and our blame

So let them walk past you with eyes looking down
These kings of sandcastles that washed to the ground
Let them find work in the poor part of town
On reckoning day they’re all Hades bound

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