I spent my time in rioting,
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debauch'd my health and strength,
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I pillag'd, plundered, murdered,
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but now alas! at length;
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I'm brought to punishment condign;
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pale Death draws near to me,
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The end I ever did project
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to hang upon a Tree.
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To hang upon a Tree a Tree
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that curs'd unhappy Death,
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Like to a Wolf to worried be
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and chocked in the breath;
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It makes my very heart to break
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when this I think upon,
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Did not my Courage singular
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bid pensive thoughts begone.
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No man on earth that draweth breath,
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more Courage had than I,
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dar'd my Foes into their Face.
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knew not what 'twas to Fly;
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A Grander stout I did keep out,
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like Hector manfully.
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Then wonder all that such a spark
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should hang upon a tree.
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The Egiptian Band I did command
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with greater sway by far,
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Than ever did a General
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his Soldiers in the War;
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Being fear'd be all and spar'd be all,
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I liv'd most joyfullie
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But ay pox take this fate of mine,
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most hang upon a Tree.
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No Grief at all I would take up,
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if Justice would take place,
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And bring my Fellow plunderers
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unto the same Disgrace.
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For Peter Brown that notar lown
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escap'd and was made free,
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But ay pox take this Fate of mine,
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must hang upon a Tree.
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Ah! Laws and Justice buried are,
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Force, Fraud and Guile succeed,
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The Guilty pass unpunished:
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if Money interceed;
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