From Newgate Prison The condemned are led In the open ox-cart Knowing what’s ahead Any given Monday The day of the dead
Gather ‘round the gallows So every one can see Come one, come all To the Tyburn Tree Like an aphrodisiac Music to the ear For your last dying gasp The Tyburn crowd will cheer
The Old Bailey offered Redemption of sin Sip a glass of wine At the ol' Bowl Inn Off to the execution And let the games begin
Gather ‘round the gallows So every one can see Come one, come all To the Tyburn Tree Like an aphrodisiac Music to the ear For your last dying gasp The Tyburn crowd will cheer
Take a ride to Tyburn One of twenty-three 50,000 witnessed The hanging from the tree Death toll twelve hundred thirty-two The killing society
Gather ‘round the gallows So every one can see Come one, come all To the Tyburn Tree Like an aphrodisiac Music to the ear For your last dying gasp The Tyburn crowd will cheerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
