| My love is one of the fairest young men
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| That ever was in this country
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| But how to win him, I do not know it
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| For he is sentenced for to die
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| As he walked out the streets of Derry
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| He walked so proud and so manfully
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| He was far more like a commanding officer
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| Than a man to die on the gallow’s tree
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| The first time he went to climb the ladder
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| His blooming face began to pale
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| And this he said, «Is there no assistance?
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| Is there no __ in Derry jail?»
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| He took another step up the ladder
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| His beloved father was standing by
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| «Come here, come near, my beloved father
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| And speak one word to me before I die»
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| The next time he went to climb the ladder
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| His beloved sister was standing by
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| «Come here, come near, my beloved sister
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| And speak one word to me before I die»
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| I wonder what become of my true love
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| Or what has sent her so long from me?
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| Or does she think it a great dishonor
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| For to see me die on a gallow’s tree?
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| He looked around and he saw her coming
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| And she was dressed up in woolens fine
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| And then he stepped, and she draws nearer
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| Was swifter than the __ wine
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| «Come down, come down off that weary gallow
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| For I’ve got your pardon from the king
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| And I’ll let them see we’ll be united
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| And I’ll crown my Johnny with a laurel leaf |