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Robert W Service - Sentimental HangmanRobert W Service - Sentimental Hangman
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`Tis hard to hang a husky lad When larks are in the sky; It hurts when daffydills are glad To wring a neck awry, When joy o` Spring is in the sap And cheery in the sun, `Tis sad to string aloft a chap, No matter what he done. And sittin` in the pub o` night I hears that prison bell, And wonders if it`s reely right To haste a man to hell, For doin` what he had to do, Through greed, or lust, or hate . . . Aye, them seem rightful words to you, But me, I calls it - Fate. Lots more would flout the gallows tree, But that they are afraid; And so to save society, I ply my grisly trade. Yet as I throttle eager breath And plunge to his hell-home Some cringin` cove, to me his death Seems more like martyrdom. For most o` us have held betime Foul murder in the heart; And them sad blokes I swung for crime Were doomed right from the start. Of wilful choosing they had none, For freedom`s most a fraud, And maybe in the end the one Responsible is - God.
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