Jack Hall - Sam Carter

My name, it is Jack Hall, chimney-sweep, chimney-sweep

My name, it is Jack Hall, chimney-sweep

My name, it is Jack Hall, and I’ve robbed both great and small

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die, when I die

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die

All 'long the King’s highway, night and day, night and day

All 'long the King’s highway, night and day

All 'long the King’s highway

I’ve robbed lords and ladies gay

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die, when I die

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die

I’ve a hundred pounds in store, that’s no joke, that’s no joke

I’ve a hundred pounds in store, that’s no joke

I’ve a hundred pounds in store

And I’ll rob for hundreds more

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die, when I die

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die

At the trial they told me, you shall die, you shall die

At the trial they told me, you shall die

And they flung me into jail

Where I’ll drink no more strong ale

And my neck shall pay for all

When I die

They drove me up Tyburn Hill, in a cart, in a cart

They drove me up Tyburn Hill, in a cart

They drove me up Tyburn Hill

That’s where I made my will

The best of friends must part, fare ye well, fare ye well

The best of friends must part, fare ye well

Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke, that’s no joke

Up the ladder I did grope, that’s no joke

Up the ladder I did grope

And the hangman fixed the rope

But ne’er a word said I, coming down, coming down

Ne’er a word said I, coming down

Coming down

Oh, ne’er a word said I, coming down