The Hangman’s Eyes -Tamarack

Well they hung young Paddy Whelan back in 1869
For the murder of Darcy McGee.
It was his shadow in the doorway, but the hand upon the gun was a Fenian conspiracy.

Snow began to fall that morning, just as the sun began to rise.
It went drifting across the gallows, and freezing on the rope, swirling in the hangman’s eyes.

Seemed like every man in Ottawa, and half the township too, were gathered there along the jail-yard wall;
With the pickpockets and the peddlers, with the papists and the prayers of the Orangemen that the trapdoor wouldn’t fail.

Snow began to fall that morning, just as the sun began to rise.
It went drifting across the gallows, and freezing on the rope, swirling in the hangman’s eyes.

Well for 40 days and 40 nights the stormy winds did blow, and the snowdrifts piled high on each fence lane.
And they huddled in their kitchens, and they stoked the fires high, and they watched the grey skies for a rainbow’s sign.

Snow began to fall that morning, just as the sun began to rise.
It went drifting across the gallows, and freezing on the rope, swirling in the hangman’s eyes.

Snow began to fall that morning, just as the sun began to rise.
It went drifting across the gallows, and freezing on the rope, swirling in the hangman’s eyes.

The Hangman’s Eyes -Tamarack