My dying moments are drawing near,
When I am sentenc’d alas to die,
Upon a gallows gloomy and high.
Oh what s sight it will be to see,
A maiden die on the fatal tree.
I am a maiden in youth and bloom,
I a wretched murderer to die am doom’d,
And in the city of Salisbury,
My days must end on a dismal tree.
My little brother, a darling sweet,