These are the two versions that I have in my collection

JIMMY MURPHY (Trad.) (Frank Harte)

'twas down in Kilkenny where the great row was makin'
And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the lad to be taken
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey doodle o
Wank a doodle die do ding doodle I o

We marched through the town and we marched through the city
Our hands were tied behind us and the ladies cried pity
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey doodle o
Wank a doodle die do ding doodle I o

Now Jimmy Murphy was hanged not for sheep-stealing
But for courting a pretty girl and her name was Kate Whelan
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey doodle o
Wank a doodle die do ding doodle I o



JIMMY MURPHY (Trad.) (Voice Squad)

It was in Kilkenny the great row was making
And poor little Jimmy Murphy was the last to be taken
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey toora loo
Rang a doodle i do ding toora li o

We gathered our pikes and flint locks and green branches
And into old Wexford we soon were advancing
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey toora loo
Rang a doodle i do ding toora li o

We fought through New Ross, Vinegar Hill and through Gorey
But 'twas the boys of the Cork Militia that deprived us the glory
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey toora loo
Rang a doodle i do ding toora li o
We marched through the town and we marched through the city
With our hands tied behind us and the ladies cried pity
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey toora loo
Rang a doodle die do ding toora li o

Now Jimmy Murphy wasn't hanged for sheep-stealing
But he courted a pretty maiden and her name was Kate Whelan
We are far from the last road from the east to Downpatrick
Where lies poor little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet green mossy banks
Killy ma lin killy ma jo whiskey friskey toora loo
Rang a doodle i do ding toora li o