The Streets of Derry - The Bothy Band

My love is one of the fairest young men

That ever was in this country

But how to win him, I do not know it

For he is sentenced for to die

As he walked out the streets of Derry

He walked so proud and so manfully

He was far more like a commanding officer

Than a man to die on the gallow’s tree

The first time he went to climb the ladder

His blooming face began to pale

And this he said, «Is there no assistance?

Is there no __ in Derry jail?»

He took another step up the ladder

His beloved father was standing by

«Come here, come near, my beloved father

And speak one word to me before I die»

The next time he went to climb the ladder

His beloved sister was standing by

«Come here, come near, my beloved sister

And speak one word to me before I die»

I wonder what become of my true love

Or what has sent her so long from me?

Or does she think it a great dishonor

For to see me die on a gallow’s tree?

He looked around and he saw her coming

And she was dressed up in woolens fine

And then he stepped, and she draws nearer

Was swifter than the __ wine

«Come down, come down off that weary gallow

For I’ve got your pardon from the king

And I’ll let them see we’ll be united

And I’ll crown my Johnny with a laurel leaf