Come listen to my tragedy Good people, young and old I'll tell you a story That'll make your blood run cold. About a fair girl Miss White was her name Murdered by her husband. And he hang for the same. Doctors came from near and far But none of them could save And soon they proclaimed She was bound for her grave Henry Green was sent for And locked up in the jail There to wait his trial The Court took no bail. My Henry has deceived me My poor heart is wrung. But when i'm dead and buried Please don't have him hang. "I freely forgive him" And she turned on her side "Meet me in Heaven, Henry!" She sweetly smiled and died. He appeared to be unmoved And still he was young The Judge read the sentence He said he must be hang. When autumn leaves have turned And summer has fled He too must close his youthful eyes And slumber with the dead