Prisoner’s Song, The

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Oh I wish I had someone to love me
Someone to call me her own
Oh I wish I had someone to live with
For I’m tired of living alone

   Oh please meet me tonight in the moonlight
   Please meet me tonight all alone
   For I have a sad story to tell you
   It’s a story that’s never been told

I’ll be carried to the new jail tomorrow
Leaving my poor darling alone
With the cold prison bars all around me
And my head on a pillow of stone

Now I have a grand ship on the ocean
All mounted with silver and gold
And before my poor darling would suffer
Oh that ship would be anchored and sold

Now if I had wings like an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I’d fly to the arms of my poor darling
And there I’d be willing to die