The Great Courthouse

Cat. #0292 (MFH #220) - As sung by Mrs. Pearl Brewer, Pocahontas, Arkansas on November 12, 1958

O, th great courthouse was crowded
On one bright shiny Monday morn
And th many a heart was aching there
For a boy they accused of wrong
Th Judge was there and th Jury too
And people from a far
A fair young lad of tender youth
Was prisoner at th bar

A maiden fair with golden hair
Swept swiftly thru th crowd
Th people all gazed and wondered at her
But spoke not a word aloud
Then stepping to th jury stand
One moment did she pause
Then smiling thru her tears, she said,
Judge, let me plead his cause

Now Judge, your mind must wander back
To th earlier days gone by
And see yourself and your sweetheart
Just like this boy and I
Remember, Judge, you once was a boy
Just like this fair young lad
And if you convict him of this charge
You'll drive him to th bad

Next Sunday was our wedding day
We dream of a wonderous life
And at the alter, he will make
Me, his own little darling wife
If you have children of your own
Have mercy, I do pray
For, remember Judge, you'll break my heart
If you send, Cecil away

Unless you wish to blight our life
Don't say that we must part
For, remember Judge, your darling wife
Was once your own sweetheart

Then stepping to th jury stand
She made her simple plea
Says, th prisoner is a innocent lad
I know you will set him free

Th Judge rose softly to his feet
Th court was still, as death
Th tears came trinkling down his cheeks
And he spoke in a faltering breath
Says, I have a little girl, at home
With just such babyish eyes
She has a sweetheart, just like yours
For her, I know he would die

The Jury did not leave th box
For they had quickly agreed
They briefly formed and signed a verdict
And gave it to th Judge to read
Not guilty, was th Judge's reply,
Th maiden heard him say
She clasp-ed her lover in her arms
Says, love always has its way