Father John was a filthy man

But he loved his God

Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song

About the ways he put them wicked ones away

And on the other side of the mountains where they lay

On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay

Rumours on the street

Well, I hear they're coming true

That filthy man he caught 'em

Put 'em on a noose

Cause every word he said

The people ate out of his hand

With just onе crying word

You could be dead

With just one crying word

You could bе dead

They caught 'em up near Beckett Brook

When the crew came riding through

They rounded up they young boys

Chased 'em through the slough

I heard one drowned while the others

Hung around

Father John caught prey

With heavy eyes their momma's

They came to weep

Looking down at their young boys

Father John did reap

Them away from the land

And all the families that they had

And on other side of the mountains where they lay

On the other side of the mountains where they'll stay

Father John was a filthy man

But he loved his God

Sitting by his window late last night he sang a song

About the ways he put them wicked ones away

And on the other side of the mountains where they lay

And on the other side of the mountains where they'll stay

The other side of the mountain's where they lay