Some walk miles to seek me out To take away their ills, their pain But now they walk to Gallows Hill To see me hang in wind and rain That woman with the bright blue eyes Hate and fear upon her face I helped to birth her only son She clutches now in fierce embrace Take her to the Gallows Hill Through mud and rain and evening chill Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight Walk her barefoot up the track Below the storm clouds swelling black Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight That boy with the unruly hair Last month a fever gripped him tight The willow bark I offered Kept him safe and saw him through the night Take her to the Gallows Hill Through mud and rain and evening chill Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight Walk her barefoot up the track Below the storm clouds swelling black Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight That man with weather-beaten face He visited in early spring Healed aching limbs with snowdrops dried But now he comes to watch me swing Take her to the Gallows Hill Through mud and rain and evening chill Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight Walk her barefoot up the track Below the storm clouds swelling black Fold the rope with double bite Thirteen turns now, make it tight Some walk miles to seek me out To take away their ills, their pain But now they walk to Gallows Hill To see me hang in wind and rain