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The Sheffield Apprentice
6 Here is my dear old father, he's pleading at the bar, Likewise my aged mother pulling out grey locks of hair, A-pulling out those old grey locks, the tears come trinkling down. Son, O son, what have you done ? You're bound for Charlestown.
7 Then I was executed and on the gallows hung,
My friends and my relations all round me they did mourn, And my father and my mother all round me they did cry. Farewell, my dear old parents, now I am bound to die.