• "Dead men, dead men
    swinging in a tree
    How many dead men
    do you see?
    Tongue turned blue and
    face gone grey
    Watch them as they
    twist and sway

    The first one killed
    the butcher man
    Then cooked him in
    the frying pan
    Served him to his hungry guests
    And gave them seconds on request

    The next one with his smile
    and sweets
    Stole poor children off the streets
    To men who dressed unsavory
    He sold them into slavery

    Breaking into home at night
    The thief he had a nasty fright
    Filled his foolish head with ale
    Woke in the morn
    in the county jail

    The artist with his daunting skill
    Tried his hand at painting bills
    But caught in rain he was undone
    When the ink he's use did
    start to run

    With promises of great return
    Taking gold he did not earn
    Bundled it up out of sight
    Quietly slipped off into night

    Three houses into ashes burned
    The sheriff with no place to turn
    Did spy a stranger to his town
    Locked him up and beat him down

    Dead men, dead men
    swinging in a tree
    How many dead men
    do you see?
    Six feet long and
    six men wide
    Round their necks
    the noose be tied"