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