Jack Hall

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