Willie Gannon (Live)

Come all you young fellows, and listen to my song

It's all about a young man, and he did a great wrong

His name was Willie Gannon, and he lived down in Bray

Well he killed a policeman, and the law made him pay

The law watched young Gannon, each turn that he made

When he brought one boy low with a belt of his spade

He struck the death blow when he turned his broad back

And he left him there lying where the Dargle runs black

Willie Gannon was convicted and sentеnced to die

Now his enеmies couldn't laugh, but his friends couldn't cry

When he brought down the uniform on that bright summer day

Ah farewell Willie Gannon, now you sleep 'neath the clay