Streets of Derry

And after morning there comes an evening And after evening another day And after 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 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's so long a-coming Oh, what detains her so long from me? Does she think it a shame or scandal To see me dying upon the gallows tree?" He looked around and he saw her coming As she rode swifter than the wind "I'll let them see that they dare not hang you And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green."