Could someone pass on the lyrics to this?

I heard this twice in the last week, but never heard it before.

It starts off like:

As I roved out one evening, in the month of June I strayed into an old church yard

....

I over heard a woman say as the tears fell from her eyes Tis under neath, that cold green sod, poor Peter Crowley lies.

Go raibh maith agat, Fel