Traditional

Oh, my name it is Jack Hall, Jack Hall
Oh, my name it is Jack Hall, Jack Hall
My name it is Jack Hall and I've robbed both great and small
And my neck shall pay for all when I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all when I die

Oh, I've twenty pounds in store and that's not all
I've twenty pounds in store and that's not all
Oh, I've twenty pounds in store and I'd kill for twenty more
And my neck shall pay for all when I die, when I die
And my neck shall pay for all when I die

Oh, I rode up Tyburn Hill in a cart
Oh, I rode up Tyburn Hill in a cart
Oh, I rode up Tyburn Hill, it was there I made my will
Saying : ‘The best of friends must part, so farewell, so farewell’
Saying : ‘The best of friends must part, so farewell’

Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope, that's no joke
Up the ladder I did grope and the hangman spread his rope
But never a word I spoke coming down, coming down
But never a word I spoke coming down