If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there′s an end
To poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
For no hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck
Of poor Tommy
Long, long ago on a summer's day
There in the sunlight he swung
Children were playing, the crowd was gay
This was the song that was sung
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there′s an end
To poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
For no hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck
Of poor Tommy
Down went the sun over Tyburn hill
Tommy was dead and gone
Gone was the crowd and the night was still
Only their song lingered on
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there's an end
To poor Tommy
He will hang by the noose
For no hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck
Of poor Tommy
Outside a jail only yesterday
A mother was wiping her tears
People were waiting, their faces grey
But their song hadn't changed
Through the years
If he swing by the string
He will hear the bell ring
And then there′s an end
To poor Tommy
He must hang by the noose
For no hand will cut loose
The rope from the neck
Of poor Tommy
If he swing
If he swing
If he swing
Writer(s): John Addison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
