Traducción de la letra de la canción Go Down You Murderers - Ewan MacColl

Go Down You Murderers (original)

Tim Evans was a prisoner,
Locked in his prison cell,
And those who read about his crimes,
They damned his soul to hell,
Sayin' go down you murderer, go down.
For the murderer of his own dear wife,
And the killing of his own child,
The jury found him guilty,
And the hanging judge he smiled,
Sayin' go down you murderer, go down.
Tim Evans pleaded innocent,
And swore by Him and high,
That he never killed his own dear wife,
Nor caused his child to die.
Sayin' go down you murderer, go down.
So they moved him out of C block,
To his final flowery dell,
And day and night to screws were there,
They never left his cell.
Sayin' go down you murderers go down.
Sometimes they played Draughts with him,
Solo and Pontoon,
To stop him brooding on the ropes,
That was to be his doom.
Sayin' go down you murderers, go down.
They brought his grub in on a tray,
There was eggs and meet and ham,
And all the snout that he could smoke
Was there at his command.
Sayin' go down you murderers, go down.
Evans walked in the prison yard,
The screws they walked behind.
He saw the sky above the wall,
But he knew no peace of mind.
Sayin' go down you murderers go down
They came for him at eight O' clock
The chaplain read a prayer,
And then they walked him to the place,
The hangman did prepare,
Sayin' go down you murderer, go down.
The rope was fixed around his neck,
A washer behind his ear.
The prison bell was tolling,
But Tim Evans did not hear.
Sayin' go down you murderers, go down.
A thousand lags were cursing,
And banging on the doors,
Tim Evans could not hear them,
He was deaf for ever more
Sayin' go down you murderers, go down.
They sent Tim Evans to the drop,
For a crime he did not do,
It was Christy was the murderer,
The judge and jury too,
Sayin' go down you murderers, go down

(traducción)

Tim Evans era un prisionero,
Encerrado en su celda de prisión,
Y los que leen sobre sus crímenes,
Condenaron su alma al infierno,
Decir "bajar, asesino, bajar".
Por el asesino de su propia querida esposa,
Y el asesinato de su propio hijo,
El jurado lo encontró culpable,
Y el juez de la horca sonrió,
Decir "bajar, asesino, bajar".
Tim Evans se declaró inocente,
Y juró por Él y alto,
Que él nunca mató a su amada esposa,
Ni hizo que su hijo muriera.
Decir "bajar, asesino, bajar".
Así que lo sacaron del bloque C,
A su último valle florido,
Y día y noche a los tornillos estaban allí,
Nunca salieron de su celda.
Decir "bajen, asesinos, bajen".
A veces jugaban Damas con él,
Solo y Pontón,
para que deje de meditar sobre las cuerdas,
Ese iba a ser su destino.
Decir que bajen, asesinos, bajen.
Trajeron su comida en una bandeja,
Había huevos y carne y jamón,
Y todo el hocico que pudo fumar
Estaba allí a sus órdenes.
Decir que bajen, asesinos, bajen.
Evans caminó en el patio de la prisión,
Los tornillos detrás de los cuales caminaban.
Vio el cielo por encima de la pared,
Pero no conocía la paz mental.
Diciendo 'bajen, asesinos, bajen
Vinieron por él a las ocho en punto
El capellán leyó una oración,
Y luego lo acompañaron al lugar,
El verdugo se preparó,
Decir "bajar, asesino, bajar".
La cuerda estaba fijada alrededor de su cuello,
Una arandela detrás de la oreja.
La campana de la prisión estaba doblando,
Pero Tim Evans no escuchó.
Decir que bajen, asesinos, bajen.
Mil rezagos maldecían,
Y golpeando las puertas,
Tim Evans no podía oírlos,
Era sordo para siempre
Decir que bajen, asesinos, bajen.
Enviaron a Tim Evans a la entrega,
Por un crimen que no cometió,
Fue Christy la asesina,
El juez y el jurado también,
Decir que bajen, asesinos, bajen