Hang 'em High - Pop. 1280

They shouted out «Hang 'em high!

Hang 'em high until he dies!»

See their heads roll back in their eyes

As they feel that tickle between their thighs

Look at that fool, meet his demise

Like the sun will set and the tides will rise

Something died between his thighs

So he had to reach a compromise

He felt dumb, but he had to try

One last thing before he died

He told his family one last lie

Then he shipped on out without waving goodbye

They looked far and they looked wide

They followed the sound of his sinful cries

He might’ve been right, but it wasn’t wise

To rub one out in a priest’s disguise

The natives' torches shine in their eyes

A hangman’s noose a hangman ties

They shouted out «Hang 'em high!

Hang 'em high until he dies!»