| Tim Evans was a prisoner
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| Down in his prison cell
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| And those who read about his crimes
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| Condemned his soul to hell
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| For the killing of his own dear wife
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| And the murder of his child
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| The jury found him guilty
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| The hangin' judge, he smiled
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| They took Tim Evans from the dock
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| And they led him to his cell
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| They closed the door behind his back
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| Saying «damn your soul to hell»
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| Tim Evans pleaded innocent
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| He swore by Him on high
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| He never killed his own dear wife
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| Nor caused his child to die
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| Tim Evans walked around the yard
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| Some screws, they walked behind
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| He saw the sky above the wall
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| He knew no peace of mind
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| The governor came to his cell
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| The chaplain by his side
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| Saying, «Your appeal has been turned down
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| Prepare yourself to die»
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| They took Tim Evans to the place
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| Where the hangman did prepare
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| They tied a rope around his neck
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| With a knot behind his ear
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| A thousand lads were screaming
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| And cursing at the doors
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| Tim Evans didn’t hear them
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| He was deaf forever more
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| Sayin', «Go down, you murderer, go down»
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| They sent Tim Evans to the dock
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| For a crime he didn’t do
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| It’s Christy was the murderer
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| The judge and jury too
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| Sayin', «Go down you murderer go down» |