WILLIE GANNON
(Traditional, arranged by the Dubliners)
Copyright 1964 Heathside Music Ltd.

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 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 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,
Farewell Willie Gannon, now you sleep 'neath the clay.


Source: The Dubliners' Song Book 1974.