Let’s all go to the hanging tree, you and me and he and she. Hand in hand in hand we'll be, we'll skip along and dance so free. Let's all go to the hanging tree, it's oh so rare it's such a treat! Picnic baskets jostling, jams and toast and meats and mead. Let's all go to the hanging tree, at the center of town is where all will be. Fathers and mothers, the whole family, with each and every celebrity Let's all go to the hanging tree, at the top of the hour the church bells ring. The stage is set for half past three, all the people's patience simmering. Let's all go to the hanging tree, the hangman's there standing silently. He's draped pitch black, he could be you or me, our dearest sentinel of the peace. Let's all go to the hanging tree, you and me and he and she. Hand in hand in hand we'll be, we'll walk right up and toast to thee. Let's all go to the hanging tree, we're all born to die it's destiny. "Thine Kingdom Come, God's Will be Done," the people all pray solemnly. Let's all go to the hanging tree, a crime's been done—a fiendish thing. The condemned to die could be you or me, if we let our darkness run so free. Let's all go to the hanging tree, the hangman's thirteen loops waiting patiently. A man takes thirteen steps up with head covered to accept the hangman's necklacing. Let's all go to the hanging tree, the jury's all here in all its unanimity. The judge reads the convict's sentencing as the clock strikes the bottom of three Let's all go to the hanging tree, you and me and he and she. Hand in hand in hand we'll sing, to life, to death, and to justice so free. Let's all go to the hanging tree, now the man is dead and dangling. God only knows his eternity, but tonight our little town rests in peace.
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“But won’t it hurt them? Hurt their necks?”
The pony whined, with worry and fret.
“I hope it does, that’s what they get.”
The dog bowowed, to the pony’s upset.
The ring leader resumed, and read out their crimes,
Just as Bell rang for the day, or perhaps the Wind chimed.