My coffin is built and I am ready to go Take me on parade down that long dirt road Displayed for the crowds enjoyment Poor I shall die, just as poor as I was born And I've never known any comforts back home And I suffered the worst of employment I'm to go to Stephen's Green They'll take me there in the morning I'm to go to Stephen's Green The hangman's noose is calling So a thief I became, as my story goes As a highway man, I walk the old back roads That all seem to lead down to Dublin I knew that one day, I'd be caught I suppose When you strip a rich man down, take away his fancy clothes Then all the routes seemed un-taken I'm to go to Stephen's Green They'll take me there in the morning I'm to go to Stephen's Green The hangman's noose is calling I'm to go to Stephen's Green They'll take me there in the morning I'm to go to Stephen's Green The hangman's noose is calling Now I'm dressed in king's gold, here I sit and wait And my one regret that I think that I can name Is that I didn't start robbing rich men sooner I'm to go to Stephen's Green They'll take me there in the morning I'm to go to Stephen's Green The hangman's noose is calling