[Verse]
As I walked through Kildare while the great rout was raging,
And little Jimmy Murphy was the lad who was taken.

[Chorus]
We’re far from the last rout,
From the East to Downpatrick,
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet mossy banks, killamajing, killamajong, whiskey fiskey tooraloo,
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe.

[Verse]
Now, little Jimmy Murphy was not hung for sheep stealing,
But the courting of a pretty girl and her name was Nancy Whelan.

[Chorus]
We're far from the last rout,
From the East to Downpatrick,
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet mossy banks, killamajing, killamajong, whiskey fiskey tooraloo,
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe.

[Verse]
We were marched through the town, we were marched through the city,
With our hands tied behind us and the ladies cried pity.

[Chorus]
We're far from the last rout,
From the East to Downpatrick,
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet mossy banks, killamajing, killamajong, whiskey fiskey tooraloo,
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe.

[Verse]
At the foot of the gallows, poor Nancy was kneeling,
At the foot of the rope, then poor Jimmy was reeling.

[Chorus]
We're far from the last rout,
From the East to Downpatrick,
Where there dies little Jimmy Murphy on the sweet mossy banks, killamajing, killamajong, whiskey fiskey tooraloo,
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe,
Rank a diddle dare, ol foldare ol foldoe.