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Posted by IONA English folk correspondent, 8th Apr 2006
O my name it is Jack Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
O my name it is Jack Hall, chimney sweep
My name it is Jack Hall and I've robbed both great and small
And my neck shall pay for all when I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all when I die
I have candles, lily-white, hanging high, hanging high
I have candles, lily-white, hanging high
I've candles, lily-white, and I stole them all by night
And they'll fill my room with light till I die, till I die
And they'll fill my room with light till I die
I have twenty bullocks in store, that's not all, that's not all
I have twenty bullocks in store, that's not all
I've twenty bullocks in store and I'm up for twenty more
Every rogue shall have his lot, so shall I, so shall I
Every rogue shall have his lot, so shall I
I have furnished all my rooms, lot by lot, lot by lot
I have furnished all my rooms, lot by lot
I've furnished all my rooms with black brushes and black brooms
And besides a chimney pot which I stole, which I stole
And besides a chimney pot which I stole
They tell me that in gaol I'll go dry, I'll go dry
They tell me that in gaol I'll go dry
They tell me that in gaol, I shall drink no more small ale
But be hanged if ever I fail till I die, till I die
But be hanged if ever I fail till I die
I rode up Tedburn Hill in a cart, in a cart
I rode up Tedburn Hill in a cart
I rode up Tedburn Hill, there I stopped and made my will
Saying the best of friends must part, so must I, so must I
Saying the best of friends must part, so must I
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope
But the devil of a word I spoke coming down, coming down
But the devil of a word I spoke coming down
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