Prisoner At The Bar

Cat. #0928 (MFH #220) - As sung by Ollie Gilbert, Mountain View, Arkansas on October 28, 1969

Th Judge was there, th Jury too
An' people from afar
A fair young lad of tender years
Was a prisoner at th bar
Th great courtroom was crowded, with
Eager anxious throng
A many of a heart were broken
For th boy was 'cused of wrong

A maiden fair with golden hair
Swept swiftly thru th crowd
Th people mazed an' wondered
But spoke not a word aloud
Then stepin' to th Jury stand
One moment she did pause
Then smiling through her tear, she said,
Judge, let me plead his cause

Tomorrow is our wedd'in day
To joy of a woman's life
And at th altar he will make,
Me his dear loving wife
Unless you mean to plead his life
Don't say that we must part
Remember Judge, your lovin wife
Was once't your dear sweetheart

You have chlidring of your own
Have mercy, I do pray
Remember Judge, you'll break my heart
If you send him away
Now Judge, don't you remember back
Like those long years gone by
When you were in your early prime
Jest like this lad an' I

Th Judge rose quickly from his seat
Th court was still as death
Th Judge rose quickli from his seat
He spoke with a pleasing breath
I have a little girl at home
With just such baby eyes
And streams of mercy scatter here
Will flourish in th sky

Not guilty was th only one
This maiden heerd them say
Her lover claspe her in his arms
Love always has its way