Twas in the town of Wexford they sentenced him to die,
And in the town of Wexford they built the gallows high,
And one that summer's morning as gently broke the dawn,
High upon the cursed gallows they hung my Carroll Bawn.

Oh, he was true and loyal and he was true and fair,
And only nineteen summers shone on his golden hair,
And when his gallant brothers had grasped the pike in hand,
For where the green flag floated, he stood for his native land.

I watched him cross the heather with his bold company,
And from the rising hillside he waved his hand to me,
And on my wild heart settled a load of woe and pain,
Mo bhron is throbbing told me we'd never meet again.

He fought the Saxon foemen by Slaney's glancing wave,
And by brutal, oh, weapons the gallant and the brave,
And in the fight which followed, that day of misery,
Sore wounded he was taken my Carroll Bawn.

And in the town of Wexford they sentenced him to die,
And in the town of Wexford they built the gallows high,
And one that summer's morning as gently broke the dawn,
High upon the cursed gallows they hung my Carroll Bawn.