The Ghost of Hangman's Wharf
Where the fog rolls from the sea
Down the docks where good folk flee
With the rats and thieves down by the quay
Are the lights of the seaman’s mission
The dockland folk would gather there
A tot of rum to dull despair
Together safe from the evil stare
Of the ghost of Hangman’s Wharf
(Chorus)
On hangman’s wharf where the good folks fear to tread
Hung on hemp and he danced ‘til he was dead
A murderer feared, an evil mind
An outlaw, whoreson, dark-defined
His reign of terror unrefined
The butcher of Hangman’s Wharf
The drink flows free, tongues loosen more
The tales of sailors, rogues and whores
Of the ghostly presence, tales of gore
Of the ghost of Hangman’s Wharf
In life he was a murderer vile
Would kill and wear a leering smile
His deeds of malice, filth and bile
The butcher of Hangman’s Wharf
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
No-one knew from when or were he came
But they trembled at the hearing of his name
His eyes were wild, his baleful gait
The fear of victims sealed their fate
The lawmen could only berate
The butcher of Hangman’s wharf
(Chorus)
One day they found a body cold
A girl who’s favours bought and sold
And with her purse of little gold
Was the butcher of Hangman’s Wharf
They lynched him there, dragged through the gate
Where the warehouse beams and the noose await
That cold night he met his fate
The butcher of Hangman’s Wharf
(Chorus)
(Slower Verse)
But since the locals live in dread
Of the ghost of the butcher long since dead
His ghost forever steps retreads
Along the Hangman’s Wharf
For although his soul was always damned
The devil had more evil planned
He spurned his soul and made him stand
Out on Hangman’s Wharf
(Coda)
Haunt the Hangman’s Wharf
Haunt the Hangman’s Wharf
Haunt the Hangman’s Wharf
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(OC Author - Charlotte Downey)