William Bloat

In Concert
William Bloat
In a mean abode
On the Shankell road
Lived a man named William Bloat
And he had a wife
The bane of his life
Who always got his goat
And one day at dawn
With her night dress on
He slit her bloody throat
Now he was glad
He had done what he had
As she lay there stiff and still
Til suddenly all of the angry law
Filled his soul with an awful chill
And to finish the fun
So well begun
He decided himself to kill
Then he took the sheet
From his wife’s cold feet
And he twisted it into a rope
He hanged himself
From the pantry shelf
Was an easy end lets hope
With his dying breath
And he facing death
He solemnly cursed the pope
But the strangest turn
Of this whole concern
Was only just beginnin'
He went to hell
But his wife got well
And she’s still alive and sinnin'
For the razor blade
Was German-made
But the rope was Belfast linen