John Lomas

All good people I pray you attend

For poor John Lomas his life at an end

He was condemned to die

He was a great master, so very kind

But his fair mistress had evil in her mind

He was condemned to die

Willingly I took his place

With my fair love

Willingly I stole his face

And soaked it in blood

It was the mistress and the murder for love

This fair mistress found him asleep

It's time to kill him then my heart you can keep

He was condemned to die

Three times I struck him over his head

It was my first murder, a blood soaken bed

He was condemned to die

Willingly I took his place

With my fair love

Willingly I stole his face

And soaked it in blood

It was the mistress and the murder for love

Into my room then I did return

The crime committed, my conscience it did burn

I was condemned to die

In a dark Jailhouse I would remain

For poor John Lomas now it is my name

I am condemned to die

Willingly I took his place

With my fair love

Willingly I stole his face

And soaked it in blood

It was the mistress and the murder for love