John Lomas - Seth Lakeman
All good people I pray you attend
For poor John Lomas his life at an end
He was condemned to die.
He was a great master, so very kind,
But his fair mistress had evil in her mind
He was condemned to die.
Willingly I took his place
With my fair love
Willingly I stole his face
and soaked it in blood.
It was the mistress and the murder for love.
This fair mistress found him asleep.
It`s time to kill him then my heart you can keep,
He was condemned to die.
Three times I struck him over his head.
It was my first murder, a blood soaken bed,
He was condemned to die.
Chr.
Into my room then I did return,
The crime committed, my conscience it did burn,
I was condemned to die.
In a dark Jailhouse I would remain,
For poor John Lomas now it is my name.
I am condemned to die.
Chr.
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