Giles Cory was a wizard strong,
A stubborn wretch was he,
And fit was he to hang on high
Upon the locust tree.

So when before the magistrates
For trial he did come,
He would no true confession make
But was completely dumb.

"Giles Cory," said the magistrage,
"What have thou here to plead
To these who now accuse thy soul
of crimes and horrid deed?"

Giles Cory -- he said not a word,
No single word spoke he.
"Giles Cory," said the magistrate,
"We'll press it out of thee."

They got them then a heavy beam,
They laid it on his breast.
They loaded it with heavy stones,
And hard upon him pressed.

"More weight," now said this wretched man,
"More weight," again he cried,
And he did no confession make
But wickedly he died.

Dame Cory lived but three days more,
But three days more lived she,
For she was hanged on Gallows Hill
Upon the locust tree.

-Author Unknown