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Hanging Johnny

Oh they calls me Hanging Johnny,
 Ch. Away, boys, Away!
They sez I hangs for money,
 Ch. So hang, boys, hang!

They sez I hangs 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' be brudder

I hanged me sister Sally
I hanged the whole dang'd fam'ly

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' friar

I'd hang to make things jolly
I'd hang Jill, Jane, and Polly

A rope, a beam, a ladder
I'd hang yiz all tergether

We'll hang and haul together
We'll hang for better weather
Sing unto the Lord a new song, Sing unto the Lord all the earth. Sing unto the Lord a new song, Sing unto the Lord all the earth. For God is great and greatly to be praised. God is great and greatly to be praised! O sing unto the Lord a new song, Sing unto the Lord all the earth. Sing unto the Lord a new song, Sing unto the Lord all the earth.
- Fender, Becky (1952- )