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After the morning there comes an evening |
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And after the evening another day |
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And after a false love there comes a true love |
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I'd have you listen now to what I say |
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I swear my love is the finest young man |
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As fair as any the sun shines on |
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But how to save him, I do not know it |
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For he has got a sentence to be hung |
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As he was marching the streets of Derry |
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I own he marched up right manfully |
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Being much more like a commanding officer |
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Than a man to die upon the gallows tree |
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"What keeps my love so long in coming |
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Oh what detains her so long from me |
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Or does she think it a shame or scandal |
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To see me die upon the gallows tree" |
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He looked around and he saw her coming |
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And she was dressed all in woollen fine |
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The weary steed that my love was riding |
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It flew more swifftly than the wind |
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Come down, come down from that cruel gallows |
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I've got your pardon from the king |
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And I'll let them see that they dare not hang you |
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And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green |
