It was early one morning Willie Leonard arose  Into his comrade's bed chamber he goes  Saying arise my loyal comrades, let nobody know  It's a fine summer's morning and bathing we'll go  But as they were walking all down a long lane  Who should they meet with but a keeper of game  Go back Willie Leonard, do not venture in  There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn  Young Willie jumped in and he swam the lake round  Till he came to an island but not the right ground  Go back my loyal comrades, do not follow me in  There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn  It was later that morning Willie's sister arose  And straight to her mother's bedchamber she goes  Saying mother, dearest mother, I have had a strange dream  Young Willie lies floating in a watery stream  It was later that morning Willies mother got there  Wringing her hands and tearing her hair  Saying where was he drowned where did he fall in?  There's death in false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn  O the day of his funeral it was such a fine sight  With four and twenty young men and they're all dressed in white  Four and twenty young men to lay him in cold clay  Said adieu to young Willie and they all marched away