With no ballyhoo as the clock struck two In a cottage near the edge of town A maiden there graced with savoir faire In a flash shot her lover down A wiley gent from the county Kent Known for his shameful reputation Broke the maiden's heart when he chose to part For another lass in desperation The constable Green arrived at the scene The smoking gun still in her hand Had so many clues it made all the news And drew attention throughout the land With jury cast the trial ended fast Then the judge made a public decree This maiden there graced with savoir faire Charged with murder in the first degree Standing proud amidst the village crowd Where she could hear their voices roar Wouldn't bow in fear or shed a tear When they led her to the gallows floor Her neck would snap as the as they sprung the trap All angels wept in Heaven above With her final breath before put to death I'm glad to die in the name of love