Peter Crawley by Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers 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 grass 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 death 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