The Halliard - Clever Tom Clinch lyrics

As clever Tom Clinch while the rabble was bawling Rode stately through Holborn to die in his calling He stopt at the George for a bottle of sack And swore that he'd pay for it when he came back Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one His waistcoat and his stockings and breeches were white His cap had a new cherry ribbon to tied to it The maids to the doors and the balconies ran Saying "Oh rue the day they hang a nice young man!" Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one And as from the windows the ladies he spied Like a beau in his box he bowed low on each side And at his last speech the loud hawkers did cry But he swore from his cart "It was all a damned lie" Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one The hangman for pardon fell down on his knee Tom gave him a kick in the guts for his fee Then said I must speak to the people for a while You can all go to hell for your blood-blusted smiles Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one My dear friend Wild (may he long hold his place) He lengthened my life with a whole year of grace Take courage dear comrades and be not afraid Nor miss this occasion to follow your trade Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one My conscience is clear and my spirits are calm I go to my d**h without prayer-book or psalm So follow the hanging of clever Tom Clinch Who hung like a hero and never would flinch Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one Hang Clinch for justice Hang him for fun The rabble are clamouring So hang another one