Last born of the clan
First one to be free
Lived inside a house

Beneath the hanging tree
LONDONERRY NIGHTS
That chilled him to the bone

Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones


Blood of his men was gone beneath snow
He picked up his knife and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low


Violence from without
And anger from within

Crawling through the fields
Informing next of kin
They all turned their backs

But they all knew his name
And if he could return
They'd probably do the same


Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow
For all that I know, he died

Killer of Jonathan Low

The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

For all that I know, he died
Killer of Jonathan Low