Oh after the morning there comes an evening
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And after the evening, another day
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And after a false love there comes a true love
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I’d have you listen now to what I say
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My lovely years as fine a young man
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As fair as any the sun show now
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But how to help him I do not know it
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For now he’s got a sentence to be hung
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As he was marching the streets of Derry
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I am sure he marched upright manfully
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Being much more like a commanding officer
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Than a man to die upon the gallows trade
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What keeps my love she’s so long and coming?
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Or what detains her so far from me?
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Or does she think it a shame or a scandal
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To see me die upon the gallows tree
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He looked around and he saw her coming
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As she roads fair to her land a wind
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I’ll have them know that they dare not hang you
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And I’ll crown my love with a bunch of meat
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Streets of Derry
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| Sam Amidon |
