Streets of Derry

Oh after the morning there comes an evening
And after the evening another day
And after a false love there comes a true love
I'd 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 help him I do not know it
For now he's got a sentence to be hung

As he was marching the streets of Derry
I am sure 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 in coming?
Or what detains her so far from me?
Or does she think it a shame or a scandal
To see me die upon the gallows tree?"

He looked around and he saw her coming
As she rode swifter than the wind
"I'll have them know that they dare not hang you
And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green"