And after morning there comes an evening
And after evening another day
And after false love there comes the true love
I'll have you listen now to what I say
My love he is the finest young man
As fair as any the Sun shone on
But how to save him I do not know it
For he has got a sentence to be hung
As he was marching through 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 saw that coming
Oh, what detains her so long from me
Does she think it, a shame of scandal
To see me dying upon the gallows street
He looked around and he saw her coming

And she [?]
I let them see that they dare not [?] you
And I [?] my love [?]