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They would have our necks in a noose I know, if it were the days of hangin' at the gallows pole. It's only two devils that blow the smoke from a murderers bone. Blowing to and fro at the base of gallows pole. The gallows pole. The branches bowed down below the weight of a king's nest that was heavy of marrow. Short of sorrow, to the gallows pole! The gallows pole. They would have our necks in a noose I know, if it were the days of hanging at the gallows pole Aus Songtexte Mania