Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers - Peter Crawley lyrics

As I rambled out one morning, It been the month of June, I strayed into an old church yard, To view another's tomb. I overheard an old man say, As the tears rolled from his eyes, "'Tis 'neath that cold cold clay today Poor Peter Crawley lies." Oh the grave where Peter Crawley lies neath the gra** grown green. And underneath poor Peter sleeps, Because he loved the green. It grieves my heart to see you there, A hero once in bloom. For untimely d**h that has brought you here, To fill the silent tomb. Oh Crawley, oh Crawley, Come tell to me the truth, Who went along on that night with you To clue those lonely woods, Who stood beside that brave old oak? And fired that signal gun? Because you were a young Fenian bold And died for Ireland's love.