Mainly from the late Gordon Hall - no relation - probably!

My name it is Jack Hall, chimney sweep, chimney sweep.
My name it is Jack Hall, chimney sweep.
My name it is Jack Hall
And I robbed both great and small
But my neck will pay for all when I die, when I die,
My neck will pay for all when I die.

I have twenty pound in store, that's no lie, that's no lie.
I have twenty pounds in store, that's no lie.
I've twenty pounds in store
And I'll swing for twenty more
The rich must help the poor, so must I, so must I.
The rich must help the poor, so must I.

They put me into quad, there to lie (etc)
And they left me there, by God
Tied up to a lump of log till I die (etc)

The parson he did come to the cell
And he talked of kingdom come
He can kiss my bloody bum down in Hell

I rode up Newgate Hill in a cart
At St. Giles I wrote my will
The best of friends must part, so must I

To the gallows I did go, that's no lie, that's no lie
To the gallows I did go, that's no lie
The people there below
All said 'Jack, we told you so'
Every rogue shall have his day, so did I so did I,
Every rogue shall have his day, so did I

I saw my false love in the crowd, down below
And I shouted out aloud
I'd rather see you in your shroud, bloody whore.

Up the ladder I did grope, to the top
And the hangman pulled the rope
And the Devil of a word I spoke coming down.

This will be my funeral knell to you all
That I'll see you all in Hell
And I hope you sizzle well says Jack Hall.