歌詞
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end to poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
No hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck of poor Tommy
Long, long ago on a summer's day
There in the sunlight he swung
Children were playing, the crowd was gay
This was the song that was sung
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end to poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
No hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck of poor Tommy
Down went the sun over Tyburn Hill
Tommy was dead and was gone
Gone was the crowd and the night was still
Only the soul lingered on
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end to poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
No hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck of poor Tommy
Outside in jail only yesterday
Mother was wiping a tear
People were waiting, their faces were grey
But the song hadn't changed through the year
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end to poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
No hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck of poor Tommy
If he swings
If he swings
If he swings
If he swings
Written by: John Addison, Julian More
