Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 I’m a maker of ballads right pretty

 I write them right here in the street

 You can buy them all over the city

 yours for a penny a sheet

 I’m a word pecker out of the printers

out of the dens of Gin Lane

 I’ll write up a scene on a counter

 - confessions and sins in the main, boys

 confessions and sins in the main

 Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s

 keeping the demons at bay

 There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in

 but they’ll always be back

 on a hanging day

 on a hanging day

 They come rattling over the cobbles

 they sit on their coffins of black

 Some are struck dumb, some gabble

 top-heavy on brandy or sack

 The pews are all full of fine fellows

 and the hawker has set up her shop

 As they’re turning them off at the gallows

 She’ll be selling right under the drop, boys

selling right under the drop

 Then you’ll find me in Madame Geneva’s

 keeping the demons at bay

 There’s nothing like gin for drowning them in

 but they’ll always be back

 on a hanging day

 on a hanging day