After the morning

Oh 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 have to say

My love he is as fine a young man
As fair as any the sun shines on
But how to save him, I do not know it
For now he's got a sentence to be hung

As he was a-marchin' the streets of Derry
I own he marched upright manly
Being much more like a commanding officer
Than a man to die upon the gallows tree

What keeps my love? She's so long in comin'
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 comin'
As she rode swifter than the wind
I'll let them see that they dare not hang you
And I'll crown my love with a bunch of free