Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Jolly Executioner, artist - The Rumjacks. Date of issue: 21.09.2010
Song language: English
The Jolly Executioner |
| It said his blade weighed half a tonne |
| O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone |
| With a whistle & thump yer dash were done |
| And the axe cared not for who you were |
| He kept a cell below the tower |
| Where he signed the cross every half an hour |
| With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa |
| The Jolly Executioner |
| He had a son, a drunken sailor |
| Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor |
| Sailed away to far Australia |
| To be the executioner |
| His rope were short, his knots were tight |
| He’d plait the hemp by candle light |
| With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight |
| To the Jolly Executioner |
| String em high & stretch em well |
| Burn a candle, strike a bell |
| Pipe their rotten souls to hell |
| For the Jolly Executioner |
| Then some bloke with a kite & key |
| Invented electricity |
| And the job were handed down to me |
| So fortunate you wish you were |
| I’ve cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs |
| The vagabonds & hapless bums |
| With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung |
| For the Jolly Executioner |
| I had a son, near broke me heart |
| A stand alone, a breed apart |
| Brought death unto a dying art |
| A general Practitioner |
| All white lab coats & PHD’s |
| And 10cc's of anti-freeze |
| A noble art brought to its knees |
| Farewell to the Executioner |