Ballad Of Tim Evans Ewan MacColl

Tim Evans was a prisoner
Fast in his prison cell
And those who read about his crimes
They damned his soul to hell
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."

For the murder of his own dear wife
And the killing of his own child
The jury found him guilty
And the hangin' judge, he smiled
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."

Tim Evans pleaded innocent
And he swore by Him on high
That he never killed his own dear wife
Nor caused his child to die
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."

The governor came in one day
And the chaplain by his side
Said, "Your appeal has been turned down
Prepare yourself to die."
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."

They moved him out of C-block
To his final flowery dell
And day and night two screws were there
And they never left his cell
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down."