Stephen’s Green

My coffin is built and I am ready to go
Take me on parade down that long dirt road
Displayed for the crowds enjoyment
Poor I shall die, just as poor as I was born
And I've never known any comforts back home
And I suffered the worst of employment

I'm to go to Stephen's Green
They'll take me there in the morning
I'm to go to Stephen's Green
The hangman's noose is calling

So a thief I became, as my story goes
As a highway man, I walk the old back roads
That all seem to lead down to Dublin
I knew that one day, I'd be caught I suppose
When you strip a rich man down, take away his fancy clothes
Then all the routes seemed un-taken

I'm to go to Stephen's Green
They'll take me there in the morning
I'm to go to Stephen's Green
The hangman's noose is calling

I'm to go to Stephen's Green
They'll take me there in the morning
I'm to go to Stephen's Green
The hangman's noose is calling

Now I'm dressed in king's gold, here I sit and wait
And my one regret that I think that I can name
Is that I didn't start robbing rich men sooner

I'm to go to Stephen's Green
They'll take me there in the morning
I'm to go to Stephen's Green
The hangman's noose is calling