Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed great and small
And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die
And my neck will pay for all when I die.
I have twenty cows in store, that's the truth...
I have twenty cows in store and I'll rob twenty more
For as the rich must pay the poor, so must I...
Oh they took me to Coote Hill in a cart...
Oh they took me to Coote Hill where I stopped to make my will
For as the best of friends must part, so must I...
I saw Molly in the crowd, that's no lie...
I saw Molly in the crowd and I called her name out loud
I said, Molly, ain't you proud? Damn your eyes!...
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke...
Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman pulled the rope
And ne'er a word I spoke, coming down...
Oh my name it is Sam Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall chimney sweep
Oh my name it is Sam Hall and I've robbed great and small
And my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die
And my neck will pay for all when I die.
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021