Oh, after the mornin' there comes an evenin'
And after evenin' another day
And after a false love, there comes the true love
And after the true love and then they say
My love he is as fine a young lad
As fair as any the sun shines on
But how to save him, I do not know it
For now he's got a sentence to be hung
As we marchin' the streets of Derry
I am he marched up right honourably
Being much more like a commanding officer
Than a man to die upon the gallows tree
What keeps my lover so long in coming?
Saying, "What detains her so long from me?"
I saw her comin' all dressed in wine fur
As she rode swifter than the wind
Come down, come down from those cruel gallows
For I've got your pardon from the queen
I'll let them see that they dare not hang you
And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green
