Quite a bit different but only a fragment. From "Littell's Living Age" (Boston) (Oct. 18, 1845):

"The version of 'The Croppy Boy' really sung in many parts of Ireland is much more characteristic than this. There is nothing...to equal the threat of the hero when about to be transported:

   And if I iver live to return again to home,
   Oh! I'll sharpen my pike on some orange bone.

"We have looked for this in vain, as well as for the conclusion : -

   In New Genayvay this young man died,
   In New Genayvay this young man lies,
   All true Roman Catholics, as they pass by,
   Say the Lord have marcy on your sowle, my croppy boy."