Long time ago, on a cold dark night,
Someone was killed beneath the town hall light
Just a few on the scene, and they did agreed,
That the man who ran, looked a lot like me.

The judge said, "Son, what's your alibi?
If you were some where else then you don't have to die."
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life,
For I had been in the arms of my best friend wife.

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She walks these hills in a long dark veil
She visits my grave, when the night winds wail
No body knows and no body sees,
No body knows but me.

Old Irish/traditional


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