The Streets Of Derry

After the morning there comes an evening
 And after the evening another day
 And after a false love there comes a true love
 I'd have you listen now to what I say
 I swear my love is the finest young man
 As fair as any the sun shines on
 But how to save him, I do not know it
 For he has got a sentence to be hung
 As he was marching the streets of Derry
 I own he marched up right manfully
 Being much more like a commanding officer
 Than a man to die upon the gallows tree
 "What keeps my love she's so long in coming
 Oh what detains her so long from me
 Or does she think it a shame or scandal
 To see me die upon the gallows tree"
 He looked around and he saw her coming
 And she was dressed all in woollen fine
 The weary steed that my love was riding
 It flew more swifftly than the wind
 Come down, come down from that cruel gallows
 I've got your pardon from the king
 And I'll let them see that they dare not hang you
 And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green