Come listen to me and I'll sing you a song
Of a man called tommy tom tom
He worked in the field by night and by day
A finner man as any they would say
Oh don't go to town tommy's mother did cry
The nightingale is singing and I fear you will die
Oh, poor tommy tom tom
Go easy now there's trouble yet to come
Kitty Brown's husband had gone off to war
Beauty no man could endure
Come Friday night when the dance would begin
She'd give her hand to any man at all
And when she took Tommy's hand so they say
Poor Tommy was lost in her dark eyes so grey
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Go easy now there's trouble yet to come
That night as the moon? shown cold clear and bright
A soldier returned from the war
To find kitty brown in the arms of a man
She swore he had made her to lie down
Well, the sound of a gun rang cold across the floor
One single shot and never no more
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Your troubles and your life are all but done
The jury declared the soldier go free
A crime of love the judge did decree
Now Tommy's mother she cries o'er his grave
And the nightingale sings a mournful song
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Rest easy now your troubles are all done
Of a man called tommy tom tom
He worked in the field by night and by day
A finner man as any they would say
Oh don't go to town tommy's mother did cry
The nightingale is singing and I fear you will die
Oh, poor tommy tom tom
Go easy now there's trouble yet to come
Kitty Brown's husband had gone off to war
Beauty no man could endure
Come Friday night when the dance would begin
She'd give her hand to any man at all
And when she took Tommy's hand so they say
Poor Tommy was lost in her dark eyes so grey
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Go easy now there's trouble yet to come
That night as the moon? shown cold clear and bright
A soldier returned from the war
To find kitty brown in the arms of a man
She swore he had made her to lie down
Well, the sound of a gun rang cold across the floor
One single shot and never no more
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Your troubles and your life are all but done
The jury declared the soldier go free
A crime of love the judge did decree
Now Tommy's mother she cries o'er his grave
And the nightingale sings a mournful song
Oh, poor Tommy Tom Tom
Rest easy now your troubles are all done