I will be hanged tomorrow morning
My life wasn't meant
For the castles
Everything happened on that June night
There was a party given
At the castle
In the Laze castle,
The largest ball in London,
Lord and Lady de Laze
Were receiving the high society
Diamonds, rubies, topazes
And white long dresses.
Hidden in the garden
I was clenching my fists
I was watching as they danced
Jane and her fiancé
I will be hanged tomorrow at dawn
That's a pity for the girl
Of this castle
As I think she liked the love
That we were making, alone
Far from the castle
In the Laze castle
For Jane's twentieth birthday,
Lord and Lady de Laze
Had received the Queen
Me, the fool people stared at
I was seething with hate
Hidden in the garden
I was clenching my fists
I was watching as they danced
Jane and her fiancé
I will be hanged tomorrow morning
It will take up barely four lines
In the newspapers
I am just a common assassin
A vagrant unworthy
Of this castle
In the Laze castle,
Maybe that Jane
As they put me down
Will feel a little sorrow
But my last sentence
Will be to pity myself
Since she will be given
Another fiancé
And I won't be able
To eliminate that one