Clancy Brothers
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 wifeâs 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 beginninâ
He went to hell
But his wife got well
And sheâs still alive and sinninâ
For the razor blade
Was German-made
But the rope was Belfast linen