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Hemp Rope

I don't give a fig
For the judicial wig
Sitting on his judges throne
For what you see is what you get
For I am the man who walked alone
And I've  shared my fancy
With any Sheila or Nancy
For what's in a name
They are all the same
Creatures of mystery
Creatures of delight
Creatures that make
Heaven of the night
His black cap is on
He's sending me to swing
If her wants emotion
He'll not see a thing
Better the rope
Than hell at sea
Transported to
The new colonies
It was for my kin
I stole the bread
I regret he who caught me
Ended up dead
So mister judge
I spit in your eye
Bring on the rope
Today's as good as any to die

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