Testo Folk Tree

Hang me up on this old tree
Clear the way so I can see
Hang me high on this old tree
I wont tell what you done to me
I wont tell what you done to me

I was passing through the vale
Day was fine to stop for ale Met a fair lass she did smile
Took our talk to walk a mile
Took our talk to walk a mile

Fearsome sound did end our bliss
Jealous fiend seen our kiss
Approached with teeth and hair and fist
She sobbed and cried out loneliness
She sobbed and cried out loneliness

Hung me up on this old tree
Cleared the way so I could see
Hung me high on this old tree
No I wont tell what you done to me
No I wont tell what you done to me I wont tell what you done to me