Streets Of Derry

Oh, after the mornin' there comes an evenin'
And after the evenin' another day
And after a false love there comes a true love
I'll have you listen now to what I say

My love he is as fine a young man
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 he was marchin' the streets of Derry
I know he marched up right manfully
Being much more like a commandin' officer
Than a man to die upon the gallows tree

What keeps my love? She's so long comin'
Oh, what detains her so long from me?
Or does she think it's a shame or scandal
To see me die upon the gallows tree?

He looked around and he saw her comin'
As she rode swifter than the wind
I let them see that they dare not hang you
And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green