THE JUDGE AND THE JURY
(THE PRISONER AT THE BAR)
Sung by: Mrs. W.B. Apple
Recorded on 7/20/62
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The judge was there, the jury, too,
And the people from afar.
A fair young lad in tender youth
Was prisoner at the bar.
The great courthouse was crowded with
An eager, anxious throng,
And many a heart was yearning for
The boy accused of wrong.
A maiden fair with golden hair
Came swiftly through the crowd.
The people gazed in wonder,
But spoke not a word aloud.
Then turning to the judge, she said--
One moment did she pause--
Then smiling through her tears, she said,
"Judge, let me plead his cause.
"Oh, judge, your mind must wander back
To days long years gone by,
And see your sweetheart and yourself,
Just like this lad and I.
If you've had children of your own,
Have mercy, do I pray.
Remember it will break my heart
If you send Cecil away."
The judge rose softly from his seat;
The court was still as death.
The tears were trickling down his cheeks
Before his faltering breath.
"I have a little girl at home
With just such baby eyes,
And she's the mercy fathers get
From glory in the skies."
The jury did not linger long,
For they were quick agreed.
The foreman quickly signed a note
And gave the boy release.
"Not guilty" were the only words
The maiden heard him say.
Her lover clasped her in his arms.
Love always has its way.
Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #828, "The Prisoner at the Bar."