Lyrics
Come and gather 'round me children
And a story I will tell
Come and gather 'round me children
And a story I will tell
Concerning poor Hiram Hubbard
And how he came and fell
While traveling through this country
In sorrow and distress
While traveling through this country
In sorrow and distress
The rebels overhauled him
And in chains they bound him fast
They whooped him off the mountain
They whooped him off the hill
They whooped him off the mountain
They whooped him off the hill
To that place of execution
Where he begged to write his will
Farewell kind friends and neighbors
Likewise my wife and child
Farewell kind friends and neighbors
Likewise my wife and child
I never hurt nobody
But now I'm bound to die
Well they bound the chains around him
And they tied him to a tree
They bound the chains around him
And they tied him to a tree
Eleven balls went through him
And then he sank away
Hiram Hubbard was not guilty
I've heard great many say
Hiram Hubbard was not guilty
I've heard great many say
He was not in this country
He was ninety miles away
Written by: Dp, Joshua David Joplin
