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 woollen fine   The weary steed that my love was riding   It flew more swifftly 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