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The Ballad of Tim Evans

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Ewan MacColl (1953) with Burning Bridget Cleary Instrumental Arrangement

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Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cell
And those who read about his crimes condemned his soul to hell
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"

For the killing of his own dear wife and the murder of his child
The jury found him guilty, the hanging judge, he smiled
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"

They took Tim Evans from the dock and they led him to his cell
They closed the door behind his back saying, "Damn your soul to hell"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"

Tim Evans pleaded innocent, he swore by Him on high
He never killed his own dear wife nor caused his child to die
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"

Tim Evans walked around the yard, some screws, they walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall, he knew no peace of mind
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"

The governor came to his cell, the chaplain by his side
Saying, "Your appeal has been turned down, prepare yourself to die"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"

They took Tim Evans to the place where the hangman did prepare
They tied a rope around his neck with a knot behind his ear
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"

A thousand lads were screaming and cursing at the doors
Tim Evans didn't hear them, he was deaf forever more
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"

They sent Tim Evans to the dock for a crime he didn't do
It's Christy was the murderer, the judge and jury, too
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"

Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down
You murderer go down
"