He was hung at the top of the hill,
Where the gallows stood tall, and black and still,
Where no flowers bloom at all, And the air, a constant chill,
Where villagers point and mumble,
Shouting taunts and jeers at will,

He was hung, for the theft of some bread,
The baker's boy caught him, as he pointed and said,
"Father, come quick!! Go Sound the alarm!!,"
And before he could run, he was caught by the...