When I go will my mother know Will my brother know I tried Will the government send them my old pens And the letter I tried to write Will my dad as he cries all night Will he still believe we're right As I'm drinking blood from a silver cup With these men who chose to die When I go will my mother cry Will my brother want to die As i'm drinking up an amber stout With this god I've heard so much about When I go will you be ashemed Will you still recall my name with pain Can't wait to see you hang, See you hang