The Ballad Of Tim Evans
Tim Evans was a prisoner down in his prison cell
And those who read about his crimes condemned his soul to hell
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
For the killing of his own dear wife and the murder of his child
The jury found him guilty, the hanging judge, he smiled
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
They took Tim Evans from the dock and they led him to his cell
They closed the door behind his back saying, "Damn your soul to hell"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
Tim Evans pleaded innocent, he swore by Him on high
He never killed his own dear wife nor caused his child to die
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
Tim Evans walked around the yard, some screws, they walked behind
He saw the sky above the wall, he knew no peace of mind
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
The governor came to his cell, the chaplain by his side
Saying, "Your appeal has been turned down, prepare yourself to die"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
They took Tim Evans to the place where the hangman did prepare
They tied a rope around his neck with a knot behind his ear
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
A thousand lads were screaming and cursing at the doors
Tim Evans didn't hear them, he was deaf forever more
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
They sent Tim Evans to the dock for a crime he didn't do
It's Christy was the murderer, the judge and jury, too
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down"
Saying, "Go down, you murderer, go down, you murderer, go down
You murderer go down"
La Balada de Tim Evans
Tim Evans era un prisionero en su celda
Y aquellos que leían sobre sus crímenes condenaban su alma al infierno
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Por matar a su propia esposa y el asesinato de su hijo
El jurado lo encontró culpable, el juez colgante sonreía
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Sacaron a Tim Evans del estrado y lo llevaron a su celda
Cerraron la puerta a sus espaldas diciendo, 'Maldita sea tu alma al infierno'
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Tim Evans se declaró inocente, juró por Él en lo alto
Nunca mató a su propia esposa ni causó la muerte de su hijo
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Tim Evans caminaba por el patio, algunos guardias lo seguían
Vio el cielo sobre la pared, no encontraba paz mental
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
El gobernador llegó a su celda, el capellán a su lado
Diciendo, 'Tu apelación ha sido rechazada, prepárate para morir'
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Llevaron a Tim Evans al lugar donde el verdugo se preparaba
Ataron una soga alrededor de su cuello con un nudo detrás de su oreja
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Mil muchachos gritaban y maldecían en las puertas
Tim Evans no los escuchaba, estaba sordo para siempre
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Enviaron a Tim Evans al estrado por un crimen que no cometió
Fue Christy el asesino, el juez y el jurado también
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo'
Diciendo, 'Vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo, asesino, vete al diablo
Asesino, vete al diablo'
Escrita por: Ewan Maccoll