William Bloat (Raymond Calvert) Tune Raglan Road? WILLIAM BLOAT (Raymond Calvert) In a mean abode on the Shankill 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 nightdress 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 awe 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 And he hanged himself from the pantry shelf 'Twas an easy end, let's hope With his dying breath and he facing death He solemnly cursed the Pope But the strangest turn of the whole concern Is only just beginning He went to hell, but his wife got well And she's still alive and sinning For the razor blade was German-made But the rope was Belfast linen
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