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Title
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Fanny Blair
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Singer
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Howse, Alfred
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Come all you young females, wherever you may be,
Beware of false swearing and all sad perjury,
For by a young female I'm wounded full soon,
For you see I am cut down in the height of my bloom.
Verse 2
Last Monday morning, as I lay on my bed,
A young man came up to me and these he said -
'Rise up, Thomas Hegan, and fly you elsewhere,
For vengeance is sworn you by young Fanny Blair.'
Verse 3
Young Fanny Blair she's eleven years old,
And as I must die the truth I'll unfold;
I never had dealings with her in my time,
It's a hard thing to die for another man's crime.
Verse 4
The day of my trial Squire Vernon was there,
And on the green table they handed Miss Blair;
False oaths she a-swearing, I'm ashamed for to tell,
Till at length the Judge cries - 'Your mother tutored you well!'
Verse 5
The day that Hegan was doomed to die,
The people rose up with a murmuring cry -
'If we catch her we'll crop her. She falsely has swore;
Young Hegan dies innocent, of that we are sure.'
Verse 6
There is one thing more which I beg of my friends,
To take me in Bloomfield one night by themselves,
And bury my body in Mary-le-Mould,
And I hope that the great God will pardon my soul.
