Oh, come all you young fellows,
Whosoever that ye be,
I'll bid you pay attention
and listen unto me.
For it's by a young female
I am wounded for so.
And now I'm cut down
in the height of my bloom
T 'was on a Monday morning
as I lay in my bed
A young man came to me,
and this to me he said
Oh rise up Henry Higgins,
arise and get you from here
For they're all bound out against you
on account of Fanny Blair
Fanny Blair is a girl scarce
eleven years old
An d since I am to die,
then the truth it can be told.
For I never had dealings
with her in the time,
But now I am to die for an
other man's crime
When the trial it came on,
and Squire Vernon he was there
Onto the long table
they have lifted funny blare
And the lies she came out with
I'm ashamed for to tell
But the squire,
when she had done, said,
You've told it right well.
When the people all heard
that young Higgins was to die,
I froze up against her with a
murmuring cry
Sign will catch her, will crap her,
she's a perjurin' young whore
Young Higgins, say, is it all sent?
Of that you can be sure.
Now when I am dead,
I've this one request,
Only carry me to Bloomfield,
and there let
As you lower my body
into the dark and earthy oar
You can pray that the good Lord
will pardon in her song.