“Oh, that is the gallows where I must die,
Where I must die to-morrow.”
Oh, what hast thou done, my only son,
That thou shouldst die to-morrow?
“My life I lend to a well-loved friend
Who health of me would borrow.”
If so thou lend to a well-loved friend,
How heavy must be his sorrow!
“Ah, say not so, for well I know
I hang by his hand to-morrow.”