| lyric | Oh my name it is Sam Hall,
chminey sweep, chminey sweep.
Oh my name it is Sam Hall
and I’ve robbed both great and small,
And my neck will pay for all when I die.
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart, in a cart,
Oh they took me to Cootehill in a cart,
Oh they took me to Cootehill, and ‘twas there I made my will,
For the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I,
For the best of friends must part, so must I.
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 pulled his rope,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down, tumbling down,
And ne'er a word I spoke, tumbling down. |