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Dead men, dead menswinging in a treeHow many dead mendo you see?Tongue turned blue andface gone greyWatch them as theytwist and swayThe first one killedthe butcher manThen cooked him inthe frying panServed him to his hungry guestsAnd gave them seconds on requestThe next one with his smileand sweetsStole poor children off the streetsTo men who dressed unsavoryHe sold them into slaveryBreaking into home at nightThe thief he had a nasty frightFilled his foolish head with aleWoke in the mornin the county jailThe artist with his daunting skillTried his hand at painting billsBut caught in rain he was undoneWhen the ink he’s use didstart to runWith promises of great returnTaking gold he did not earnBundled it up out of sightQuietly slipped off into nightThree houses into ashes burnedThe sheriff with no place to turnDid spy a stranger to his townLocked him up and beat him downDead men, dead menswinging in a treeHow many dead mendo you see?Six feet long andsix men wideRound their necksthe noose be tied
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Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Tongue turned blue and
face gone grey
Watch them as they
twist and sway
The first one killed
the butcher man
Then cooked him in
the frying pan
Served him to his hungry guests
And gave them seconds on request
The next one with his smile
and sweets
Stole poor children off the streets
To men who dressed unsavory
He sold them into slavery
Breaking into home at night
The thief he had a nasty fright
Filled his foolish head with ale
Woke in the morn
in the county jail
The artist with his daunting skill
Tried his hand at painting bills
But caught in rain he was undone
When the ink he’s use did
start to run
With promises of great return
Taking gold he did not earn
Bundled it up out of sight
Quietly slipped off into night
Three houses into ashes burned
The sheriff with no place to turn
Did spy a stranger to his town
Locked him up and beat him down
Dead men, dead men
swinging in a tree
How many dead men
do you see?
Six feet long and
six men wide
Round their necks
the noose be tied
