Christy Moore - The Ballad of Timothy Evans lyrics

Tim Evans was a prisoner down
In his prison cell
And those who read about his
Crime condemned his soul to hell
Go down you murderers go down

For the killing of his own dear
Wife and murder of his child
The jury found him guilty and
The hanging judge he smiled
Tim Evans walked around the yard
And the screws they walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall
But he knew no peace of mind

The screws they came to his
Cell and they hammered on his door
Get up you dirty murderer the
Screws at him did roar

The governor came to his cell
With the chaplain by his side
Saying your appeal has been
Turned down prepare yourself to die

They took Tim Evans to the
Place where the hangman did prepare
They tied the rope around his
Neck with the knot behind his ear

A thousand lags were screaming
And banging on their doors
Tim Evans didn't hear them he
Was dead forever more

They sent Tim Evans to the drop
For a crime he did not do
Dr christie was the murderer
The judge and jury too