| This court is called to order
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| These charges are serious
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| Stand up and face the bench
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| How do you plead, Sir? |
| How do you plead?
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| «Guilty as charged,» the Judge decreed, «stand up and face the bench
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| I have some words to say to you before we recommence
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| A list of crimes this serious, I swear I have not seen
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| In all the years that I have served Her Majesty the Queen
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| Arson, murder, blackmail, grand larceny and theft
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| Drug dealing, human trafficking, I ask the court, what’s left?
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| Are there words of mitigation, before I pass the sentence?
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| Anything that you can tell the court to add to your defense?"
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| I faced the court, thought long and hard before I gave reply
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| «There's something that you need to hear, from me before I die
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| The circumstances of my birth were something short of bliss
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| I have this from my mother, it was told to me like this…
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| 'The day that I was born, she said, The Good Lord woke from slumber
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| Looking 'round his timber yard, He found He had no lumber
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| Apart from some old twisted branch, in shadows left to lurk
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| He pulled it out into the light and set about his work.'
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| She told me that the world should not expect too much of me
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| When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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| When the Good Lord carved my crooked soul, out of a crooked tree."
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| «Stand up and face the bench
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| I’ve heard all you’ve got to say
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| That there look on your face says you’re guilty
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| And now it’s your judgment day.»
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| «I'm not asking for forgiveness
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| I’m not proud of what I’ve done
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| I did the things I had to do, like any other mother’s son
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| None of us are perfect, so remember what you see
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| When the Good lord carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree
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| When the Good Lord carved this crooked soul, out of a crooked tree.» |