| The Croppy Boy | 
| It was early, early in the spring | 
| The birds did whistle and sweetly sing | 
| Changing their notes from tree to tree | 
| And the song they sang was Old Ireland free | 
| It was early early in the night | 
| The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright; | 
| The yeoman cavalry was my downfall | 
| And I was taken by Lord Cornwall | 
| 'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid | 
| And in a parlour where I was tried; | 
| My sentence passed and my courage low | 
| When to Dungannon I was forced to go | 
| As I was passing my father’s door | 
| My brother William stood at the door; | 
| My aged father stood at the door | 
| And my tender mother her hair she tore | 
| As I was going up Wexford Street | 
| My own first cousin I chanced to meet; | 
| My own first cousin did me betray | 
| And for one bare guinea swore my life away | 
| As I was walking up Wexford Hill | 
| Who could blame me to cry my fill? | 
| I looked behind, and I looked before | 
| But my aged mother I shall see no more | 
| And as I mounted the platform high | 
| My aged father was standing by; | 
| My aged father did me deny | 
| And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy | 
| It was in Dungannon this young man died | 
| And in Dungannon his body lies | 
| And you good people that do pass by | 
| Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy | 
| Recorded by Patrick Galvin, Clancys | 
| @Irish @rebellion @death | 
| Filename[ CROPPIE2 | 
| Play.exe CROPPIE2 | 
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