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
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
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