It’s a shame A real shame Cobbler clacks and heavy breaths with lips of canyon Furloughed in the bunkhouse Lay the burly felon Forks of pitch are sharpened Beckoned by the torchlight Foreign men are reckoned criminal by mob-sight It’s a shame A real shame Knights and peasants join in rotten, thrown projectiles I watch accusations say he poisoned the wells He fits the motivation Crowds have heard his vile plan Laughing on I drink and watch them hang the wrong man It’s a shame A real shame A real shamemore