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• Artiste: Karan Casey
• Titre: The Ballad of Tim Evans
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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 Sayin', "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 hangin' judge, he smiled Sayin', "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." Sayin', "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 Sayin', "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 Sayin', "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." Sayin', "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 Sayin', "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 Sayin', "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 Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"