Sam Hall

Oh, me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall
And I hate you one and all
And my neck must pay for all
Here I die
Oh, they treat you like a slave
That's no lie, that's no lie
Oh, they treat you like a slave
That's no lie
Oh, they treat you like a slave
From the cradle to the grave
But the rich must help the poor
So must I
I had three fine sons to feed
That's no joke, that's no joke
And a wife worn out from need
That's no joke
But the boss he said to me
Get your brats out on the street
For they cost too much to feed
That's no lie, that's no lie
My wife died from misery
That's no lie
Oh, I struck the bastard down
I don't deny, don't deny
Raised the black flag up on high
For anarchy
Oh, I struck the bastard down
Down with bosses, church and crown
But they hunted me to ground
Like a dog
Oh, they took me to Coot Hill
In a cart, in a cart
Oh, they took me to Coot Hill
In a cart
And the priest he said to me
Repent or face eternity
Keep your rich man's god from me
So said I, so said I
He'd never gave a damn for me
So said I
Oh, the ladder it did grow
That's no joke, that's no joke
While my sons looked on with tears
In their eyes
But the ladder it did grow
And the hangman pulled the rope
And the last words I spoke
Tumbling down, tumbling down
Liberty for all mankind
Tumbling down
Oh, my name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep
Oh, me name it is Sam Hall
And I hate you one and all
And my neck must pay for all
Here I die, here I die
Oh, my neck must pay for all
Here I die, here I die
Oh, my neck must pay for all
Here I die