Fanny Blair Lyrics & Chords By Tony Rose

Come all you young fellows wherever that you be,
I pray pay attention and listen unto me.
For by a young female I'm wounded full soon
And you see I'm cut down in the height of my bloom.

It was last Monday evening I lay in my bed
When a young man come to me and this to me said,
"Rise up Henry Higgins and flee you elsewhere
For they're bound out against you on the word of Fanny Blair."

Fanny Blair is a girl of eleven years old
And if I was dying the truth I'll unfold.
For I never had dealings with her in my time
But now I've to pay for some other man's crime.

On the day of the trial Squire Vernon was there
And on that green table they did lift young Fanny Blair.
And the lies that she swore to I'm ashamed for to tell
And the judge spoke up quick, saying, "You've told us it well."

"Henry Higgins of Branfield, O whither art thou flown?
Oh it's you're a poor prisoner, condemned and alone.
If Jackie McNeill of Newcastle was here,
In spite of old Vernon we'd soon have you clear."

On the day that young Higgins was condemned to die
All the people rose up with a murmuring cry.
"We'll catch her, we'll crop her, she's a perjuring little whore.
Young Henry is innocent, of that we're very sure."

So just one thing remains before my life do end:
Don't bury me in that prison yard so far from any friend.
Bring my body to lie in the sweet Branfield mould
And I pray the Lord pardon that little girl's soul.