Gather around dear children please listen to me
Theres people out there afraid of you and me
They lock up there windows
And pray for the dead
To leave there blank houses and no longer tread
Gather around dear children come and listen to me
A tale of false hope and misery

(Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Oh, Oh aye)
Come gather around dear children come listen to me
(Ohhh! Oh!,Oh! Og, aye)
A tale of false hope and misery

Poor old man
Both crippled and blind
Ready to die
Ready to cry
But a lady both ancient with a most careful of things
Said why don’t you come die and die beside me
Well the man was very brittle and bit his own lip
He curled up his feelings and yelled like a sharp wip
Oh, young broad you’re so long from deing I can see
What makes you want to die beside me?

(Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Oh, Oh aye)
Come gather around dear children come listen to me
(Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Og, aye)
A tale of false hope and misery

Well the lady was sad and terrible blind
Both shaken and beaten no
House made from money from a gold mine.
She sobbed a sad story of her poor tragic
Feat
A tale of false hope and misery

(Ohhh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Oh, Oh aye! Let this be known
To the boys born on harvest day)

Poor women poor lady
Come die with me
To a tragic story about your suffering
Come lay down beside me will end this okay
A gun filled with bullets
And a grave ungave

And she died on this day.