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