Let me tell you a tale,
a story no one knows,
of two loves who died together,
both hanging from the gallows.
She was a young English beauty,
with hair colored gold,
and a dazzling smile.
She would never grow old.
He was a pirate, The Black Falcon,
a known liar, theif and outlaw,
but the Falcon was clever,
he always eluded the law.
He met her at night,
under the cover of darkness.
He promised her riches, stars and moon,
but could love him no less.
They danced together,
under light of the moon,
cherishing those moments,
his ship would sail soon.
He raided royal ships,
earned a price on his head,
the Navy would capture him,
be it living or dead.
The Falcon laughed in their faces,
and slipped through their fingers.
His head they couldn't have,
but they could take hers.
They gave him a choise,
of her or the sea,
she could live on without him,
or he could stay free.
So he gave himself up,
and sailed his ship in,
to save his lover's life,
he went to the king's men.
"Remember me," he told her,
as he was led to the rope,
tears came to her eyes,
for him there was no hope.
But she tried, anyway,
to save her dying sailor,
with a stolen sword,
she murdered the jailer.
Despite all her efforts,
the soldiers were fast.
They imprisoned her also,
now this day was her last.
When the moon is bright,
and the stars are out,
they say you can see,
ghosts dancing about.
It is the pirate,
and his gold-haired girl,
they still dance together,
at night they still twirl.
So if ever you wonder,
what happened to the pair,
go and visit the gallows,
you will find them there.
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