Old Reilly stole a stallion
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But they caught him and they brought him back
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And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground
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With an iron chain around his neck.
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Old Reilly's daughter got a message
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That her father was goin' to hang.
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She rode by night and came by morning
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With gold and silver in her hand.
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When the judge he saw Reilly's daughter
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His old eyes deepened in his head,
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Sayin', "Gold will never free your father,
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The price, my dear, is you instead."
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"Oh I'm as good as dead," cried Reilly,
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"It's only you that he does crave
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And my skin will surely crawl if he touches you at all.
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Get on your horse and ride away."
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"Oh father you will surely die
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If I don't take the chance to try
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And pay the price and not take your advice.
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For that reason I will have to stay."
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The gallows shadows shook the evening,
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In the night a hound dog bayed,
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In the night the grounds were groanin',
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In the night the price was paid.
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The next mornin' she had awoken
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To know that the judge had never spoken.
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She saw that hangin' branch a-bendin',
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She saw her father's body broken.
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These be seven curses on a judge so cruel:
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That one doctor will not save him,
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That two healers will not heal him,
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That three eyes will not see him.
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That four ears will not hear him,
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That five walls will not hide him,
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That six diggers will not bury him
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And that seven deaths shall never kill him.
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Seven Curses
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| Bob Dylan |
