Sam Hill Songtext
von The Irish Rovers

Oh me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep
Oh me name it is Sam Hall
And I′ve robbed both great and small
Now me neck will pay for all
When I die, when I die
Now me neck will pay for all
When I die


I have twenty pounds in store
That's not all, that′s not all
I have twenty pounds in store
That's not all
I have twenty pounds in store
And I'd rob for twenty more
Every rogue must have his lot
So must I, so must I
Every rogue must have his lot
So must I

Oh they brought me through Curt Hill
In a cart, in a cart
Oh they brought me through Curt Hill
In a cart
Oh they brought me through Curt Hill
And I stopped to make me will
The best of friends must part
So must I, so must I
Ah the best of friends must part
So must I


Up the ladder I did grope
That′s no joke, that′s no joke
Up the ladder I did grope
That's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope
When the hangman pulled the rope
And never a word I spoke
Tumbling down, tumbling down
And never a word I spoke
Tumbling down

Oh me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep, chimney sweep
Oh me name it is Sam Hall
Chimney sweep