��From all your friends and neighborsA story I will tellCome all you friends and neighborsA story I will tellConcerning Hiram HubbardAnd the way in which he fellWhile traveling through this countryIn sorrow and distressWhile traveling through this countryIn sorrow and distressThe sheriff caught up to himAnd placed him on the fenceHiram Hubbard was not guiltyI heard a great many sayHiram Hubbard was not guiltyI heard a great many sayHe was not in this countryHe was sixteen miles awayThey let him up the hollerThey let him up the hillThey let him up the hollerThey let him up the hillTo a place of executionWhere he begged to rise withThey wound the cords around himThey bound him to the wallTo a treeThey wound the cords around himThey bound him to the treeNine shots rang throughAnd he died most bitterly�Hiram Hubbard was not guiltyI heard a great many sayI heard a great many sayHiram Hubbard was not guiltyI heard a great many sayHe was not in this countryHe was sixteen miles away��His forma loseHis forma loseHis familiyHis familiyHis familiyHis familiyI entreg of HimI entreg of Himof HimHiresBybaHirsyou