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Version 1

%abc-2.1
X:1
T:Streets of Derry
Z:Webmaster
C:Trad
M:3/4
L:1/8
Q:1/4=100
K:B
P:first verse
B2 | B2 (B3 A) | B B3 c2 | (B3 A) G2 | A2 B2
w:My love is - one of the fair - est young men
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 EC | B,4 C2 | A,4
w:that - ev-er was in - this coun-try
B,2 | C4 ((3CB,A,) | B, B,3 (B,C) | E4 F2 | B B3
w:But how to - win him I do - not know it,
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 (EC) | B,3 B,3 | B,4 ||
w:for - he is sen-tenced for - to die.
P:remaining verses
E2 | F3 (G A2) | B4 (Bc) | B3 (A G2) | A2 B2
w:As he walked - up the - streets of - Der-ry
(Bc) | B4 A2 | F4 EC | B,4 C2 | A,4
w:he - walked so proud and so man-ful-ly
A,B, | C4 ((3CB,A,) | B,4 B,C | E4 F2 | B/B/ B3
w:He was far more - - like a com-mand-ing of-fic-er
Bc | B4 A2 | F3 FEC | B,3 B,3 | B,4 ||
w:Than a man to die up-on the gal-lows tree
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W:1
W:My love is one of the fairest young men
W:that ever was in this country
W:But how to win him I do not know it,
W:for he is sentenced for to die.
W:
W:2
W:As he walked up the streets of Derry,
W:he walked so proud and so manfully
W:He was far more like a commanding officer
W:Than a man to die upon the gallows tree.
W:
W:3
W:The first time he went to climb the ladder,
W:His bloomin' face began to pale
W:and this he said, "Is there no assistance",
W:"Is there no release in the Derry Gaol?
W:
W:4
W:He took one other step up the ladder,
W:His beloved father was standing by,
W:"Come here, come here, my beloved father,
W:and speak one word to me before I die."
W:
W:5
W:The next time he went to climb the ladder,
W:His beloved sister was standing by,
W:"Come here, come here, my beloved sister,
W:and speak one word to me before I die."
W:
W:6
W:"I wonder what became of my true love
W:and what has sent her so far from me
W:Or does she think it a great dishonour
W:For to see me die upon the gallows tree?"
W:
W:7
W:He looked around, and he saw her coming
W:And she was dressed up in woollen so fine
W:and every step as she drew nearer
W:was swifter than the blowing wind. (wined)
W:
W:8
W:Come down, come down, off that weary gallows,
W:For I've got your pardon now from the king
W:and I'll show you, we will be united
W:And I'll crown my Johnny with a laurel wreath.

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