The Jolly Executioner
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โฑ๏ธ 2:40 duration
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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.
String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For 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. 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. String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For 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.
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.
String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For 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. 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. String em high & stretch em well,
Burn a candle, strike a bell,
Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
For 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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.49] It said his blade weighed half a tonne,
[00:11.79] O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
[00:14.42] With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
[00:17.23] And the axe cared not for who you were,
[00:22.28] He kept a cell below the tower,
[00:24.55] Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
[00:27.24] With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
[00:29.00] The Jolly Executioner.
[00:34.00] He had a son, a drunken sailor,
[00:35.32] Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
[00:36.68] Sailed away to far Australia,
[00:38.55] To be the executioner,
[00:39.82] His rope were short, his knots were tight,
[00:43.41] He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
[00:44.82] With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
[00:46.69] To the Jolly Executioner.
[00:49.87] String em high & stretch em well,
[00:51.15] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[00:52.94] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[00:54.31] For the Jolly Executioner.
[00:57.95] Then some bloke with a kite & key,
[00:58.80] Invented electricity,
[01:00.68] And the job were handed down to me,
[01:02.46] So fortunate you wish you were,
[01:06.08] I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
[01:07.44] The vagabonds & hapless bums,
[01:08.78] With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
[01:11.02] For the Jolly Executioner.
[01:13.76] String em high & stretch em well,
[01:15.06] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[01:16.91] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[01:18.75] For the Jolly Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[01:23.25] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[01:25.03] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[01:26.38] For the Jolly Executioner. I had a son, near broke me heart,
[01:54.44] A stand alone, a breed apart,
[01:56.79] Brought death unto a dying art,
[01:58.52] A general Practitioner,
[02:01.74] All white lab coats & PHD's,
[02:03.08] And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
[02:04.85] A noble art brought to its knees,
[02:06.23] Farewell to the Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[02:11.14] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[02:12.58] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[02:14.35] For the Jolly Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[02:19.35] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[02:20.77] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[02:22.52] For the Jolly Executioner.
[02:36.91]
[00:11.79] O' Spanish steel, Christ how it shone,
[00:14.42] With a whistle & thump yer dash were done,
[00:17.23] And the axe cared not for who you were,
[00:22.28] He kept a cell below the tower,
[00:24.55] Where he signed the cross every half an hour,
[00:27.24] With a calf skin drum & a rattle tat taa,
[00:29.00] The Jolly Executioner.
[00:34.00] He had a son, a drunken sailor,
[00:35.32] Coulda been a Tinker, Tyke, or tailor,
[00:36.68] Sailed away to far Australia,
[00:38.55] To be the executioner,
[00:39.82] His rope were short, his knots were tight,
[00:43.41] He'd plait the hemp by candle light,
[00:44.82] With a crack & twang ye bade goodnight,
[00:46.69] To the Jolly Executioner.
[00:49.87] String em high & stretch em well,
[00:51.15] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[00:52.94] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[00:54.31] For the Jolly Executioner.
[00:57.95] Then some bloke with a kite & key,
[00:58.80] Invented electricity,
[01:00.68] And the job were handed down to me,
[01:02.46] So fortunate you wish you were,
[01:06.08] I've cooked em all, the crooks & crumbs,
[01:07.44] The vagabonds & hapless bums,
[01:08.78] With a crackle & pop, 'Ol' Sparky' sung,
[01:11.02] For the Jolly Executioner.
[01:13.76] String em high & stretch em well,
[01:15.06] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[01:16.91] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[01:18.75] For the Jolly Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[01:23.25] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[01:25.03] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[01:26.38] For the Jolly Executioner. I had a son, near broke me heart,
[01:54.44] A stand alone, a breed apart,
[01:56.79] Brought death unto a dying art,
[01:58.52] A general Practitioner,
[02:01.74] All white lab coats & PHD's,
[02:03.08] And 10cc's of anti-freeze,
[02:04.85] A noble art brought to its knees,
[02:06.23] Farewell to the Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[02:11.14] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[02:12.58] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[02:14.35] For the Jolly Executioner. String em high & stretch em well,
[02:19.35] Burn a candle, strike a bell,
[02:20.77] Pipe their rotten souls to hell,
[02:22.52] For the Jolly Executioner.
[02:36.91]