Nor ever they ceased to weep wi’ him,
Until the morning’s light.
The loud horn blew out o’er the lea,
Sir Gideon stood him before;
“What is thy choice, young man?” he cried,
“Or ere this deed be o’er.”
“The gallows still before the wife,”
Young Harden stoutly said.
“And wi’ the hemp around my throat,
I’ll spit on the ground ye tread.”