Upon ye Locust Tree:
So when before ye Magistrates
For tryall he did come,
He would no true Confession make
But was compleatlie dumbe.
"Giles Corey," said ye Magistrates
"What hast thou heare to pleade
To these who now accuse thy soule
Of Crymes and horrid Deed?"
Giles Corey—he sayde not a Word,