Christy Moore Tim Evans
Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cell
And those who read about his crime condemned his soul
to hell
Go down you murderers go down
For the killing of his own dear wife and murder of his
child
The jury found him guilty and the hanging judge he
smiled
Tim Evans walked around the yard and the screws they
walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall but he knew no peace of
mind
The screws they came to his cell and they hammered on
his door
Get up you dirty murderer the screws at him did roar
The governor came to his cell with the chaplain by his
side
Saying your appeal has been turned down prepare
yourself to die
They took Tim Evans to the place where the hangman did
prepare
They tied the rope around his neck with the knot behind
his ear
A thousand lags were screaming and banging on their
doors
Tim Evans didn't hear them he was dead forever more
They sent Tim Evans to the drop for a crime he did not
do
Dr. Christie was the murderer, the judge and jury too.
