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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

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

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