Sung by: Roberta and Bob Blair
Recorded in Pleasant Grove, AR, 7/19/52

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The judge was there--the jury, too--
And people from afar.
A fair young lad with tender youth
Was prisoner at the bar.

A maiden fair with golden hair
Walked swiftly through the crowd.
The people gazed in wonder
But spoke not one word aloud.

Then, turning to the judge's stand,
One moment did she pause.
Then, smiling through her tears, she said,
"Judge, let me plead the cause.

"If you have children of your own,
Have mercy, I do pray.
Remember, Judge, it'll break my heart
If you send this boy away."

Then, turning to the jury box
To make her simple plea,
"This prisoner here is innocent.
I know you'll set him free.

"Remember you were once a boy
Just like this fair young lad.
If you convict him of this, Judge,
You'll drive him to the bad.

"Next Sunday was our wedding day--
The dreams of wondrous life--
When at the altar he would make
Of me his loving wife.

"Unless you aim to blight our lives,
Don't say that we must part,
And don't forget your loving wife
Was once your dear sweetheart."

The jury did not leave the room,
For they had quick agreed.
The foreman briefly signed the note
And gave it to the clerk to read.

"Not guilty," were the only words
The maiden heard them 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."

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