Do not fear the gallows, child,
No matter where you're led.
The Fates can never be beguiled
By beauty, charms, or dread.
They who sleep upon silk sheets,
On softest featherbed,
Know nothing of the dirty streets
Where countless hundreds bled.
Never fear the broadsword
Where it hangs above your head,
For when they cut that ivory cord,
Their blood will dye it red.
You mustn't fear the fiercest threats,
Nor hangman's heavy tread.
Just live, my love, without regrets,
Dry blood can ne'er be shed.
And should that time draw near to you,
Remember what I've said –
There's nothing any man can do
To those already dead.