You souls of Boston, bow your heads
Our two most noble sons are dead
Sacco and Vanzetti both have died
And drifted out with the Boston tide
'Twas on the outskirts of this town
Some bandits shot two pay clerks down
On old Pearl Street in South Braintree
And they grabbed that money and rolled away
Sacco and Vanzetti got arrested then
On a trolley car by the plain clothed men
Carried down to Brockton jail
And laid away in a lonesome cell
The folks in Plymouth town did say
Vanzetti sold fish in Suassos Lane
His fish cart was thirty-two miles away
From old Pearl Street this fatal day
Sacco's family hugged and kissed their dad
Said, "Take this family picture to the passport man."
He was in that office, forty odd miles away
From old Pearl Street this fatal day
One lady by the name of Eva Splaine
Saw the robbers jump in their car and drive away
For a second and a half she seen this speeding car
She swore Sacco was the bandit man
Our two most noble sons are dead
Sacco and Vanzetti both have died
And drifted out with the Boston tide
'Twas on the outskirts of this town
Some bandits shot two pay clerks down
On old Pearl Street in South Braintree
And they grabbed that money and rolled away
Sacco and Vanzetti got arrested then
On a trolley car by the plain clothed men
Carried down to Brockton jail
And laid away in a lonesome cell
The folks in Plymouth town did say
Vanzetti sold fish in Suassos Lane
His fish cart was thirty-two miles away
From old Pearl Street this fatal day
Sacco's family hugged and kissed their dad
Said, "Take this family picture to the passport man."
He was in that office, forty odd miles away
From old Pearl Street this fatal day
One lady by the name of Eva Splaine
Saw the robbers jump in their car and drive away
For a second and a half she seen this speeding car
She swore Sacco was the bandit man
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