By a lonely prison wall. I heard a young girl calling. Michael they have taken you away. For you stole Trevelyn's corn. So the young might see the morn.
I'm out of work and want a change, got nothing left to lose. I need to leave everything to help me clear my mind. My spot in timberland and a few bottles of booze.
The grouse-hen nests in the Black Mill. And I heard it nests in it still. . Don't sound the tune in Margaree. Or you won't make friends easily. . Get over it, get over it.
A bear there was (a bear!, a bear!). All black and brown. Covered with hair. With a good flair. . Oh come they said. Come to the fair. Come to the fair?.
Tomorrow. . You said I was beautiful. You said I was beautiful. You said you've got my song stuck in your head. You said these things to me. . You made me believe in tomorrow.