The Lucksmiths - Thomas And Martha Lyrics
Dorchester, August 1856I’m an old man now and ashamed of thisBut I had to be in town for other reasonsI stood in a crowd of three or four thousandThe hood on her head and the rope around itAnd summer’s sometimes not the warmest seasonA fine figure shrouded in blackHung in the misty rainWheeled half-round and backAnd her silk gown set off her shapeI’m an old man now and ashamed of thisBut in Dorchester, August 1856I saw hanged Martha Brown of Birdsmoorgate