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Hearsay Please

Hearsay please
At least tonight it should be so
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please

Hearsay please
At least tonight it should be so
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please

I swear, I swore
By and by, by and by
I swear, I swore
By and by, by and by

Hearsay please
At least tonight it should be so
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please
For I swore, by and by, of your justice
Please

I can look at castles
I swear, I swore
Though I can't look at riddles
I swear, I swore
Though I can't look at stairs
I swear, I swore

By and by, by and by
By and by, by and by

Blind Dumb Deaf

See Garlands.

Strange Fruit

[Original words by Lewis Allan, 1939]

Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop