Jolly Executioner
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โฑ๏ธ 2:40 duration
๐ ID: 3080854
๐ Lyrics
It said his blade weighed half a tonne,
O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
And the axe cared not for who you were,
He kept a cell below the tower,
Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
The Jolly Executioner.
He had a son, a drunken sailor,
Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
Sailed away to far Australia,
To be the executioner,
His rope were short, his knots were tight,
He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
To the Jolly Executioner.
String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For the Jolly Executioner.
Then some bloke with a kite & key,
Invented electricity,
And the job were handed down to me,
So fortunate you wish you were,
I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
The vagabonds & hapless bums,
With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
For the Jolly Executioner.
I had a son, near broke me heart,
A stand alone, a breed apart,
Brought death unto a dying art,
A general Practitioner,
All white lab coats & PHD's,
And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
A noble art brought to its knees,
Farewell to the Executioner.
O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
And the axe cared not for who you were,
He kept a cell below the tower,
Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
The Jolly Executioner.
He had a son, a drunken sailor,
Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
Sailed away to far Australia,
To be the executioner,
His rope were short, his knots were tight,
He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
To the Jolly Executioner.
String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For the Jolly Executioner.
Then some bloke with a kite & key,
Invented electricity,
And the job were handed down to me,
So fortunate you wish you were,
I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
The vagabonds & hapless bums,
With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
For the Jolly Executioner.
I had a son, near broke me heart,
A stand alone, a breed apart,
Brought death unto a dying art,
A general Practitioner,
All white lab coats & PHD's,
And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
A noble art brought to its knees,
Farewell to the Executioner.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.13] It said his blade weighed half a tonne,
[00:12.23] O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
[00:14.58] With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
[00:16.95] And the axe cared not for who you were,
[00:22.29] He kept a cell below the tower,
[00:24.84] Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
[00:27.29] With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
[00:29.67] The Jolly Executioner.
[00:33.89] He had a son, a drunken sailor,
[00:35.59] Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
[00:37.00] Sailed away to far Australia,
[00:38.63] To be the executioner,
[00:41.87] His rope were short, his knots were tight,
[00:43.36] He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
[00:45.06] With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
[00:46.81] To the Jolly Executioner.
[00:49.74] String em high & stretch em well,
[00:51.52] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[00:53.17] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[00:54.61] For the Jolly Executioner.
[00:57.75] Then some bloke with a kite & key,
[00:59.68] Invented electricity,
[01:00.93] And the job were handed down to me,
[01:02.59] So fortunate you wish you were,
[01:05.75] I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
[01:07.46] The vagabonds & hapless bums,
[01:08.91] With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
[01:10.78] For the Jolly Executioner.
[01:53.97] I had a son, near broke me heart,
[01:55.49] A stand alone, a breed apart,
[01:57.01] Brought death unto a dying art,
[01:58.50] A general Practitioner,
[02:01.72] All white lab coats & PHD's,
[02:03.69] And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
[02:05.26] A noble art brought to its knees,
[02:06.52] Farewell to the Executioner.
[02:08.53]
[00:12.23] O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
[00:14.58] With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
[00:16.95] And the axe cared not for who you were,
[00:22.29] He kept a cell below the tower,
[00:24.84] Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
[00:27.29] With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
[00:29.67] The Jolly Executioner.
[00:33.89] He had a son, a drunken sailor,
[00:35.59] Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
[00:37.00] Sailed away to far Australia,
[00:38.63] To be the executioner,
[00:41.87] His rope were short, his knots were tight,
[00:43.36] He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
[00:45.06] With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
[00:46.81] To the Jolly Executioner.
[00:49.74] String em high & stretch em well,
[00:51.52] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[00:53.17] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[00:54.61] For the Jolly Executioner.
[00:57.75] Then some bloke with a kite & key,
[00:59.68] Invented electricity,
[01:00.93] And the job were handed down to me,
[01:02.59] So fortunate you wish you were,
[01:05.75] I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
[01:07.46] The vagabonds & hapless bums,
[01:08.91] With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
[01:10.78] For the Jolly Executioner.
[01:53.97] I had a son, near broke me heart,
[01:55.49] A stand alone, a breed apart,
[01:57.01] Brought death unto a dying art,
[01:58.50] A general Practitioner,
[02:01.72] All white lab coats & PHD's,
[02:03.69] And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
[02:05.26] A noble art brought to its knees,
[02:06.52] Farewell to the Executioner.
[02:08.53]