| It was early, early all in the Spring
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| When the birds did whistle and sweetly sing,
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| Changing their notes all from tree to tree
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| And the song they sang was: Old Ireland free!
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| Oh as I went walkin` up Wexford street
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| Oh me own first cousin I changed to meet
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| Well me own first cousin did me betray
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| And for one bare guinnea sold me life away
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| It was early early all in the night,
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| When the yeoman cavalry gave me a fright;
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| Well the yeoman cavalry was my downfall,
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| And taken was I by Lord Cornwall.
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| And as I went walking up Wexford Hill,
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| Now who could blame me to cry me fill?
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| I looked behind, and I looked before,
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| And my aged mother I`ll see no more
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| And when I stood on the scaffold high
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| My own dear father was standing by
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| Well me own dear father did me deny
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| And the name he gave me was the croppy boy
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| In Dungannon town now this boy died
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| In Dungannon town does his body lie
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| So all you strangers that do pass by
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| Go shed a tear for the croppy boy |