Show JUST I CP i FOLKS T V C By Edgar r J 01 1 AG est THE HANGMAN He wouldn't tell his name Or the place from whence h b came camo He went about hs business In Ina a sullen ghastly way Built a trestle and a noose On a a rope which dangled loose loosey For For hed he'd come to hang a felon At the dawning of the day He was like business-like arid and grim grimAnd grimAnd And to all who spoke to him hint He was terse and crisp and surly As a hangman ought to be He attached each leather strap And deaths death's black and solemn cap capS capSIn In a most efficient manner As the witnesses could see Then he be threw the the- bar aside And a human being died But he made no sign of pity Was it wrong or was it right I IEre Ere the little room had cleared He had swiftly disappeared And And vas was on his way to somewhere In the the- blackness of the night Oh I kno that there must be beMen beMen beMen Men to build the gallows tree Knot the noose and pull the lever When the laws Jaws a man condemn But I wonder as ar they go If the tIie hangman's loved ones know How he be makes th that t extra money Which he sometimes brings to them x |