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Ballad of Tim Evans
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The Ballad of Tim Evans
The Ballad of Tim Evans
(Ewan MacColl)
Tim Evans was a prisoner,
Fast in his prison cell
And those who read about his crimes,
They damned his soul to hell,
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
For the murder of his own dear wife
And the killing of his own child
The jury found him guilty
And the hangin' judge, he smiled.
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
Tim Evans pleaded innocent
And he swore by Him on high,
That he never killed his own dear wife
Nor caused his child to die.
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
The governor came in one day
And the chaplain by his side,
Said, "Your appeal has been turned down,
Prepare yourself to die."
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
They moved him out of C-block
To his final flowery dell,
And day and night two screws were there
And they never left his cell.
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
Sometimes they played draughts with him
And solo and pontoon,
To stop him brooding on the rope
That was to be his doom.
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
They brought his grub in on a tray,
An was eggs and meat and ham,
And all the snout that he could smoke
Was there at his command.
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
The govenor came in one day
The chaplain by his side
Says your appeal has been turned down
Prepear yourself to die
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
Tim Evans walked in the prison yard
And the screws, they walked behind;
And he saw the sky above the wall
But he knew no peace of mind.
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
They came for him at eight o′clock
And the chaplain read a prayer
And then they marched him to that place
Where the hangman did prepare.
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
The rope was fixed around his neck
And a washer behind his ear.
The prison bell was tolling
But Tim Evans did not hear.
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderer, go down."
A thousand lags were cursing
And a-banging on the doors;
But Evans couldn't hear them,
He was deaf for ever more.
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."
They sent Tim Evans to the drop
For a crime he did not do.
It was Christy was the murderer
And the judge and jury too.
Sayin′, "Go down, you murderers, go down."




Ewan MacColl - The Anthology
Album The Anthology
date de sortie
19-03-2010

1 Geordie
2 Are Ye Sleeping, Maggie?
3 Turpin Hero
4 Spence Broughton
5 Ivor
6 The Bonnie Banks of Airdrie
7 Superintendent Barratt
8 Barratty-Parratty
9 Van Dieman's Land
10 Whiskey in the Jar
11 Bill Brown
12 The Banks of the Royal Canal
13 The Black velvet Band
14 Hard Case
15 Ballad of Bentley and Craig
16 Treadmill Song
17 Gilderoy
18 Whistle, Daughter Whistle
19 Once I Had a True Love
20 The American Stranger
21 My Bonny Miner Lad
22 Let No Man Steal
23 Buy Broom Besoms
24 The Maid On the Shore
25 Still I Love Him
26 The Waters of Thyme
27 The Bleacher Lassie of Kelvinhaugh
28 Bobby Shaftoe
29 Green Grow the Rashes, O
30 Landlady, Count the Lawin
31 I Maun Hae a Wife
32 O That I Had Ne'er Been Married
33 Galloway Tam
34 I Hae a Wife O' My Ain
35 There's a Cauld Kail In Aberdeen
36 A Braw Wooer
37 The Rantin' Dog, the Daddie O't
38 Ay, Waukin, O
39 Duncan Gray
40 Wha'll Mow Me Now?
41 Rattlin Roarin' Willie
42 Hey Ca' Thro'
43 To Daunton Me
44 Jumpin John
45 What Can a Young Lassie Do Wi' an Auld Man
46 The Dusty Miller
47 Tibbie Dunbar
48 The Cooper O'Cuddy
49 She's Fair and Fause
50 The Deil's Awa Wi' Th' Exciseman
51 A Man's Man for A' That




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