Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree;And why, when I go through the shade you throw, Runs a shudder over me?
My leaves were green as the best, I trow, And sap ran free in my veins,But I saw in the moonlight dim and weird A guiltless victim's pains.
I bent me down to hear his sigh; I shook with his gurgling moan,And I trembled sore when they rode away, And left him here alone.
They'd charged him with the old, old crime, And set him fast in jail:Oh, why does the dog howl all night long, And why does the night wind wail?
He prayed his prayer and he