The Croppy Boy

It was early, early all in the spring

The birds did whistle and sweetly sing

Changing their notes from tree to tree

And the song they sang was 'Old Ireland free'

It was early early all in the night

The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright

The yeoman cavalry were my downfall

And taken was I by Lord Cornwall

As I was walking up Wexford Hill

Oh, who would blame me to cry my fill?

I looked behind, and I looked before

But my aged mother I shall see no more

As I was walking up Wexford Street

My own first cousin I chanced to meet

My own first cousin did me betray

And for one bare guinea sold my life away

As I was mounted on the platform high

My aged father was standing by

My aged father did me deny

And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy

It was in Dungannon this young man died

And in Dungannon his body lies

So all good people who do pass by

Just drop a tear for the Croppy Boy