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Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep |
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Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep |
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Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all |
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And my neck must pay for all here I die |
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Oh, they treat you like a slave, that's no lie, that's no lie |
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Oh, they treat you like a slave, that's no lie |
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Oh, they treat you like a slave from the cradle to the grave |
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But the rich must help the poor, so must I |
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I had three fine sons to feed, that's no joke, that's no joke |
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And a wife worn out from need, that's no joke |
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But the boss he said to me, "Get your brats out on the street |
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For they cost too much to feed", that's no lie, that's no lie |
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My wife died from misery, that's no lie |
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Oh, I struck the bastard down, I don't deny, I don't deny |
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Raised the black flag up on high for anarchy |
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Oh, I struck the bastard down, to hell with bosses, church and crown |
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But they hunted me to ground like a dog |
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Oh, they took me to Cootehill, in a cart, in a cart |
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Oh, they took me to Cootehill, in a cart |
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And the priest he said to me, "Repent or face eternity" |
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"Keep your rich man's God from me", so said I, so said I |
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He never gave a damn for me, so said I |
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Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke |
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While my sons looked on with tears in their eyes |
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Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope |
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And the last words I spoke tumblin' down, tumblin' down |
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"Liberty for all mankind," tumblin' down |
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Oh, my name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep |
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Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep |
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Oh, me name, it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all |
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And my neck must pay for all here I die, here I die |
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Oh, my neck must pay for all here I die, here I die |
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Oh, my neck must pay for all here I die, here I die |