Oh 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 My lovely years as fine a young man As fair as any the sun show now But how to help him I do not know it For now he's got a sentence to be hung As he was marching the streets of Derry I am sure he marched upright manfully Being much more like a commanding officer Than a man to die upon the gallows trade What keeps my love she's so long and coming? Or what detains her so far from me? Or does she think it a shame or a scandal To see me die upon the gallows tree He looked around and he saw her coming As she roads fair to her land a wind I'll have them know that they dare not hang you And I'll crown my love with a bunch of meat