He had said he hoped the team could finish its season with “dignity and determination.” Paterno had offered to retire at season’s end earlier in the day, saying he was “absolutely devastated” by the case, in which his onetime heir apparent, Jerry Sandusky, has been charged with molesting eight boys in 15 years, including at the Penn State football complex. – Joe Paterno, the Penn State football coach who preached success with honor for half a century but whose legend was shattered by a child sex abuse scandal, was fired Wednesday by the school’s board of trustees. “And where are the others that might have stoodįinally someone did the right thing. The scaffold was raised for none but you.” “Lied to you…tricked you?” He said “Not I…įor I answered straight and told you true. “That your scaffold was built for other men, “You tricked me Hangman.” I shouted then, He whistled his tune as he tried the trap To the courthouse square…through the silent town.
To the hangmans tree and the hangmans rope.
Until they covered the square from side to side.Īnd called through the empy streets…my name. “It’s a trick”, said he, “that we hangman knowįor easing the trap when the trap springs slow.” The fifth, the sixth, and we cried again, To try the strength of the gallows beam.” The hangman smiled, “It’s a clever scheme The third he took, we had all heard tell,Īnd “What” said the hangman, “Have you to do Than the steps that led to the courthouse door.Īs tall as the writing, or nearly as tall, “With him that was meat for the gallows-tree?” To that mans place, “Do you hold,” said he, To stretch the rope when the rope is new.” “Do you think I’ve gone to all this fuss, “Oh, not for him was the gallows raised.”
With his buckshot eye and his jaw like a pike,Īnd his air so knowing and business-like.Īnd we cried, “Hangman, have you not done, The gallows-tree on the courthouse square. “Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”Īnd we breathed again, for anothers griefĪnd the gallows frame on the courthouse lawnīy tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone. Of knotted hemp in his busy fist.And innocent though we were with dread, Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.And we wondered whenever we had the time, He paced our bricks with a different air,Īnd built his frame on the courthouse square.The scaffold stood by the courthouse side,
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