The Halliard - Clever Tom Clinch текст песни

As clever Tom Clinch while the rabble was bawling
Rode stately through Holborn to die in his calling
He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack
And swore that he'd pay for it when he came back

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

His waistcoat and his stockings and breeches were white
His cap had a new cherry ribbon to tied to it
The maids to the doors and the balconies ran
Saying "Oh rue the day they hang a nice young man!"

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

And as from the windows the ladies he spied
Like a beau in his box he bowed low on each side
And at his last speech the loud hawkers did cry
But he swore from his cart "It was all a damned lie"

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

The hangman for pardon fell down on his knee
Tom gave him a kick in the guts for his fee
Then said I must speak to the people for a while
You can all go to hell for your blood-blusted smiles

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

My dear friend Wild (may he long hold his place)
He lengthened my life with a whole year of grace
Take courage dear comrades and be not afraid
Nor miss this occasion to follow your trade

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

My conscience is clear and my spirits are calm
I go to my death without prayer-book or psalm
So follow the hanging of clever Tom Clinch
Who hung like a hero and never would flinch

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one

Hang Clinch for justice
Hang him for fun
The rabble are clamouring
So hang another one