Sam Hall

Well my name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Yes my name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep

Well my name it is Sam Hall
And I robbed both great and small
And my neck will pay for all
When I die, when I die
Yes my neck will pay for all, when I die

I've got 20 pounds in store
That's not all, that's not all
I've got 20 pounds in store
That's not all

I've got 20 pounds in store
And I'll rob for 20 more
For the rich must help the poor
So must I, so must I
Yes the rich must help the poor
So must I

And they took me to Cootehill
In a cart, in a cart
Yes, they took my to Cootehill
In a cart
Well they took me to Cootehill
And that's where I wrote my will
Saying the best of friends must part
So must I, so must I
Saying 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 the rope
And twas ne'er a word I spoke
Tumblin' down, tumblin' down
And twas ne'er a word I spoke
Tumblin' down

Well my name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Yes my name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep

Well my name it is Sam Hall, and I hate you one and all
You're a bunch of muggers all
Damn your eyes, damn your eyes
You're a bunch of muggers all
Damn your eyes



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, John R Cash
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