The Black 47 - Sam Hall lyrics

Oh me name it is Sam Hall - chimney sweep chimney sweep Oh me name it is Sam Hall - chimney sweep Oh me name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all And me neck must pay for all 'ere I die Oh they treat you like a slave that's no lie, that's no lie Oh they treat you like a slave that's no lie Oh they treat you like a slave from the cradle to the grave but the rich must help the poor so must I I had three fine sons to feed that's no joke, that's no joke And a wife worn out from need, that's no joke But the boss he said to me, get your brats out on the street For they cost too much to feed, that's no lie, that's no lie My wife died from misery, that's no lie Oh I struck the ba*tard down, I don't deny, I don't deny Raised the black flag up on high for anarchy Oh I struck the ba*tard down To hell with bosses, church and crown But they hunted me to ground like a dog Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart And the priest he said to me Repent or face eternity Keep your rich man's god from me, so said I, so said I He never gave a damn for me, so said I Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke While my sons looked on with tears in their eyes Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope And the last words I spoke tumblin' down, tumblin' down "Liberty for all mankind," tumblin' down Oh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep chimney sweep Oh me name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep Oh me name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all And me neck must pay for all 'ere I die