Lyrics

Come all you neighbours down to the shore
Come mothers and children to hear the ocean roar

Come quickly now my friends before the setting sun
Come gather round on black rock beach to see that justice done

Hot cider, hot cider. A penny with meat pie
You can satisfy your appetite while you watch her die

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound

Her father was a pirate's son, her mother was a whore
Father was a pirate's son, mama was a whore
So it's no surprise she's hanging here, not breathing anymore

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound


For she had no right to wield her father's knife, no
She had no right to wield her father's knife
For she had a duty as a drunkard's wife

Now her lovely feet will never touch the ground
So we'll raise our glasses to that gasping sound

So come quickly now my friends before the setting sun
Come gather round on Black Rock Beach to see that justice done