The judge was there, the jury too and people from afar
A teenage boy, a tender youth, was prisoner at the bar
The great courtroom was crowded with an eager anxious throng
And many poor hearts were aching for the lad accused of wrong

A teenage girl, with golden curls, swept swiftly through the crowd
The people gazed and wondered yet, not a word was spoken loud
Then stepping to the judge she said, one moment she did pause
Then smiling through her tears she said: "Judge, let me plead his cause"

"Now judge your mind must wander back to those long years gone by
And see your sweetheart and yourself, just like this lad and I
Remember judge, you once was a boy just like this fair young lad
If you convict him of this wrong you'll drive him to the bad

Next Sunday is our wedding day, the one sweet dream of life
When to the alter we will go to make me his dear wife
Unless you mean to blot our lives and say that we must part
Remember judge, your darling wife was one your dear sweetheart"

The judge rose swiftly from his seat, the court was still as death
And as the tears rolled down his cheeks, he said in a faltering breath:
"I have a little girl at home with just such childish ways
And before I'd let this happen to her I'd rather be dead in my grave."

The jury did not leave the room, but quickly they agreed
The foreman briefly signed the note and gave to the clerk to read
"NOT GUILTY" were the only words I heard the young girl say
"My love shall hold me in his arms, love always has it's way"