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
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 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