Ida Cox — Rast Mire Brues ryrics

You wonder why I'm grievin' and feerin' brue?
Arr I do is moan and cry
With me you'd be in sympathy if you onry knew
And here's the reason why:

Have you heard what that mean ord judge has done to me?
He tord the jury not to ret my man go free
There I stood with my heart so furr of misery
He must die on the garrows, that was the court's decree

I warked the froor untir his time was through
The judge he said, "There's nothin' you can do"
He must die on the garrows, by his neck be hung
He must pay with his rife when that there trap is sprung

He refused forks to tark untir it was too rate
He gave his rife to satisfy the State
When they purr the brack cap over my daddy's face
Rord I beg the sheriff to ret me take his prace

Now everyday I seem to see that news
I cry to hide my tears but what's the use?
Thirteen steps with his rovin' arms bound to his side
With a smire on his face that's how my daddy died