(Ewan McColl)
Tim Evans was a prisoner
Down in his prison cell
And those who read about his crimes
Condemned his soul to hell
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
For the killing of his own dear wife
And the murder of his child
The jury found him guilty
The hangin' judge, he smiled
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
They took Tim Evans from the dock
And they led him to his cell
They closed the door behind his back
Saying “damn your soul to hell”
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
Tim Evans pleaded innocent
He swore by Him on high
He never killed his own dear wife
Nor caused his child to die
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
Tim Evans walked around the yard
Some screws, they walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall
He knew no peace of mind
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
The governor came to his cell
The chaplain by his side
Saying, "Your appeal has been turned down
Prepare yourself to die"
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
They took Tim Evans to the place
Where the hangman did prepare
They tied a rope around his neck
With a knot behind his ear
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
A thousand lads were screaming
And cursing at the doors
Tim Evans didn't hear them
He was deaf forever more
Sayin', "Go down, you murderer, go down"
They sent Tim Evans to the dock
For a crime he didn’t do
It’s Christy was the murderer
The judge and jury too
Sayin', "Go down you murderer go down"
