The Streets Of Derry Lyrics - Cara Dillon

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 

I swear my love is the finest young man 

As fair as any the sun shines on 

But how to save him, I do not know it 

For he has got a sentence to be hung 

As he was marching the streets of Derry 

I own 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 so long in coming 

Oh what detains her so long from me 

Or does she think it a shame or scandal 

To see me die upon the gallows tree" 

He looked around and he saw her coming 

And she was dressed all in woolen fine 

The weary steed that my love was riding 

It flew more swiftly than the wind 

Come down, come down from that cruel gallows 

I've got your pardon from the king 

And I'll let them see that they dare not hang you 

And I'll crown my love with a bunch of green