Burning Bridget Cleary

Lyrics

Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cellAnd those who read about his crimes condemned his soul to hellSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"
For the killing of his own dear wife and the murder of his childThe jury found him guilty, the hanging judge, he smiledSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"
They took Tim Evans from the dock and they led him to his cellThey 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 highHe never killed his own dear wife nor caused his child to dieSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
Tim Evans walked around the yard, some screws, they walked behindHe saw the sky above the wall, he knew no peace of mindSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"
The governor came to his cell, the chaplain by his sideSaying, "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 prepareThey tied a rope around his neck with a knot behind his earSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"
A thousand lads were screaming and cursing at the doorsTim Evans didn't hear them, he was deaf forever moreSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down"
They sent Tim Evans to the dock for a crime he didn't doIt's Christy was the murderer, the judge and jury, tooSaying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go downYou murderer go down"