From Barefoot the Bootless
Oh, they calls me Hangin’ Johnny,
Away, boys, away!
They says I hangs for money,
So ha-ang, bo-oys, hang!
They says I hang for money,
But hangin’ is so funny,
At first I hanged me daddy,
An’ then I hanged me mammy.
Oh, yes, I hanged me mother,
Me sister, an’ me brudder.
I hanged me sister Sally,
I hanged the whole damn family.
An’ then I hanged me granny,
I hanged her up quite canny.
I’d hang the mate and skipper,
I’d hang ’em by their flippers.
I’d hang a ruddy copper,
I’d give him the long dropper.
I’d hang a rotten liar,
I’d hang a bloomin’ frair.
A rope, a beam, a ladder,
I’d hang yous all together.
We’ll sail and roam and plunder
Us they’ll never tear asunder
We will have no fear
When our hangin’ day comes near
For even once we’re strung
We live through the songs we’ve sung
No they can never kill us
We’ll live on with the chorus
We’ll hang an’ haul together,
We’ll hang for better weather.