The Ballad Of Tim Evans - Karan Casey

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»