Tim Evans - Christy Moore

Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cell

And those who read about his crime condemned his soul

To hell

Go down you murderers go down

For the killing of his own dear wife and murder of his

Child

The jury found him guilty and the hanging judge he

Smiled

Tim Evans walked around the yard and the screws they

Walked behind

He saw the sky above the wall but he knew no peace of

Mind

The screws they came to his cell and they hammered on

His door

Get up you dirty murderer the screws at him did roar

The governor came to his cell with the chaplain by his

Side

Saying your appeal has been turned down prepare

Yourself to die

They took Tim Evans to the place where the hangman did

Prepare

They tied the rope around his neck with the knot behind

His ear

A thousand lags were screaming and banging on their

Doors

Tim Evans didn’t hear them he was dead forever more

They sent Tim Evans to the drop for a crime he did not

Do

Dr. Christie was the murderer, the judge and jury too