The Jolly Executioner

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.