Christy Moore - The Ballad Of Timothy Evans lyrics

Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cell And those who read about his crime condemned his soul to hell Go down you murderers go down For the k**ing of his own dear wife and murder of his child The jury found him guilty and the hanging judge he smiled Tim Evans walked around the yard and the screws they walked behind He saw the sky above the wall but he knew no peace of mind The screws they came to his cell and they hammered on his door Get up you dirty murderer the screws at him did roar The governor came to his cell with the chaplain by his side Saying your appeal has been turned down prepare yourself to die They took Tim Evans to the place where the hangman did prepare They tied the rope around his neck with the knot behind his ear A thousand lags were screaming and banging on their doors Tim Evans didn't hear them he was dead forever more They sent Tim Evans to the drop for a crime he did not do Dr. Christie was the murderer, the judge and jury too.