William Bloat - The Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem

In Concert

William Bloat

In a mean abode

On the Shankell road

Lived a man named William Bloat

And he had a wife

The bane of his life

Who always got his goat

And one day at dawn

With her night dress on

He slit her bloody throat

Now he was glad

He had done what he had

As she lay there stiff and still

Til suddenly all of the angry law

Filled his soul with an awful chill

And to finish the fun

So well begun

He decided himself to kill

Then he took the sheet

From his wife’s cold feet

And he twisted it into a rope

He hanged himself

From the pantry shelf

Was an easy end lets hope

With his dying breath

And he facing death

He solemnly cursed the pope

But the strangest turn

Of this whole concern

Was only just beginnin'

He went to hell

But his wife got well

And she’s still alive and sinnin'

For the razor blade

Was German-made

But the rope was Belfast linen