The cart carrying the damned came rolling at a steady pace Three men and two women, en route to their doom To die by my hands, before the clock struck noon Laid that noose around her neck and strung her up there With a steady gracious stride, she climbed the scaffold stairs Begged me to be quick and clean, then shed one single tear This god-like, glorious thing served to an ungodly end Foreordained at our only meet, a lot for which I'll spend... ...hours tormented through ages repent My one true loss of that lover I sent To fire and brimstone to torment and flame To face the beyond without knowing her name Forgive me my dear your devout murderer A broken down pauper in grave disrepair Forgive me oh dearest I solemnly swear That time's long gone when I last stood here... ... with that awful plight on Harrow square To lay that noose around your neck and string you up there Lay that noose around her neck and strung her up there