The Golden Apple

Ride

Lyrics & Melody by Michael Crook

Three more days to free my master
Ride, ride, I will ride
Beat my horse so he’ll go faster
Ride, ride, I will ride
Men are building the scaffolding
Lest I’m swift my Master will swing

Two more days to right a wrong
Ride, ride, I will ride
He cannot die for he’s too young
Ride, ride, I will ride
I’ll confess to save his soul,
He is gentry and I am old

One more day my horse is weary
Ride, ride, I will ride
Near to death but he’ll obey me
Ride, ride, I will ride
Chaplin silenced, the hood is on,
Stumble now we must carry on

He has swung and was found guilty
Ride, ride, I did ride
That cannot quell my sense of duty
Ride, ride, I did ride
Even though my masters gone
My ragged ghost shall always
Ride alone X3