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 broke one bylaw with a belt of a 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 sentenced to die Now his enemies couldn`t laugh, but his friends couldn`t cry When he brought down the uniform on that bright summer day Oh farewell Willie Gannon, now you sleep `neath the clayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
