Black 47 - Sam Hall Lyrics
Oh me name it is Sam Hall - chimney sweep chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall - chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and allAnd me neck must pay for all 'ere I dieOh they treat you like a slave that's no lie, that's no lieOh they treat you like a slave that's no lieOh they treat you like a slave from the cradle to the gravebut the rich must help the poor so must II had three fine sons to feed that's no joke, that's no jokeAnd a wife worn out from need, that's no jokeBut the boss he said to me, get your brats out on the streetFor they cost too much to feed, that's no lie, that's no lieMy wife died from misery, that's no lieOh I struck the bastard down, I don't deny, I don't denyRaised the black flag up on high for anarchyOh I struck the bastard downTo hell with bosses, church and crownBut they hunted me to ground like a dogOh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cartOh they took me to Cootehill in a cartAnd the priest he said to meRepent or face eternityKeep your rich man's god from me, so said I, so said IHe never gave a damn for me, so said IUp the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no jokeWhile my sons looked on with tears in their eyesUp the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the ropeAnd the last words I spoke tumblin' down, tumblin' down"Liberty for all mankind," tumblin' downOh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweepOh me name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and allAnd me neck must pay for all 'ere I die
