Caroline Shipp (Choked to Death by Law)

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Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved

(3:36) The mournful lament of the last woman hanged in North Carolina in the year 1892. Elfy Kornfeld, vocals; Rick Russell, guitar; Terrell Jones, bass; Mark Lewis (guest artist), fiddle

On this wagon of death beneath a cloud of black and grey
I near my fate on a cold and damp and dark winter’s day
I did not kill my babe and I do not need to fear
I’ll meet him when I pass beyond this veil of sorrowed tears
Oh . . . . . . . . . I am crying
Oh . . . . . . . . . I am crying

In my best black gown and wearin’ a Sunday hat
I can hear the drum a-rollin’ its rat-a-tat-tat-tat
Well, they believed old Mack and what he said he saw
And now I’m being choked to death, choked to death by law
Oh . . . . . . . . . he is lying
Oh . . . . . . . . . he is lying

I know that all is right come my judgment day
But my blood runs cold as I hear the hangman say:
“Give it a good drop, give it a five foot drop
Give it a good drop, don’t let up ‘til her breathin’ stops”
Soon . . . . . . . . . I’ll be flying
Soon . . . . . . . . . I’ll be flying

To watch me die are one hundred and fifty score
My kerchief slowly falls as he drops the gallows door
I did not kill my babe and I do not need to fear
I’ll meet him when I pass beyond this veil of sorrowed tears
Oh . . . . . . . . . I am dying
Oh . . . . . . . . . I am dying

Richard E Russell (Richard Russell Publishing/ASCAP) © All Rights Reserved

 

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