It was early, early in the spring The birds did whistle and sweetly sing Changing their notes from tree to tree And the song they sang was "Ould Ireland Free" It was early early in the night The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright The yeoman cavalry was my downfall And taken was I by Lord Cornwall 'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid And in a parlour where I was tried My sentence pa**ed and my courage low When to Dungannon I was forced to go As I was pa**ing my father's door My brother William stood at the door My aged father stood at the door And my tender mother her hair she tore As I was going up Wexford Street My own first cousin I chanced to meet My own first cousin did me betray And for one bare guinea swore my life away As I was walking up Wexford Hill Who could blame me to cry my fill? I looked behind, and I looked before But my aged mother I shall see no more And as I mounted the platform high My aged father was standing by My aged father did me deny And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy It was in Dungannon this young man died And in Dungannon his body lies And you good people that do pa** by Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy