paroles de chanson Jack Hall - Live - Sam Carter

Thank you very much, so
This is a very old English traditional song
Called "Jack Hall"

My name, it is Jack Hall
Chimney-sweep, chimney-sweep
My name, it is Jack Hall
Chimney-sweep
My name, it is Jack Hall
And I've robbed both great and small
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die

All 'long the King's highway
Night and day, night and day
All 'long the King's highway
Night and day
All 'long the King's highway
I've robbed lords and ladies gay
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die

I've a hundred pounds in store
That's no joke, that's no joke
I've a hundred pounds in store
That's no joke
I've a hundred pounds in store
And I'll rob for hundreds more
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die

At the trial they told me
"You shall die, you shall die"
At the trial they told me
"You shall die"
And they flung me into jail
Where I'll drink no more strong ale
And my neck shall pay for all
When I die

They drove me up Tyburn Hill
In a cart, in a cart
They drove me up Tyburn Hill
In a cart
They drove me up Tyburn Hill
That's where I made my will
The best of friends must part
Fare ye well, fare ye well
The best of friends must part
Fare ye well

Up the ladder I did grope
That's no joke, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope
That's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope
And the hangman fixed the rope

But ne'er a word said I
Coming down, coming down
Ne'er a word said I
Coming down, coming down
Oh, ne'er a word said I
Coming down

Thank you