American Ballads and Songs

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"Tormentors, use your pleasure
And do as you think best. I hope my blessed Jesus
Will take me home to rest."
Soon as these words were spoken In comes the tyrant of death,
And kindled up the fire To stop her mortal breath.
Instead of gold and bracelets, With chains they bound her fast;
She cried aloud, "0 Lord, give pardon, Or else I sink at last.
"With Jesus and his angels
For ever I shall dwell. God pardon priest and people
And so I bid farewell."
There was an old woman who lived on the strand,
And Johnny was her only son,
And servant Betsy, beauty fair,
Drew his heart into a snare.
One evening Johnny took his time
To tell to her what was in his mind: