Ye friends to truth and justice throughout green Erin's Isle,
I humbly crave attention, and ask you for a while,
With Christian zeal and fervency to join my mournful wail.
On the death of Michael Heraghty, who died in Lifford gaol.
For the murder of Lord Leitrim - one sunny April morn,
From house and home and kith and kin he ruthlessly was borne
On mere suspicion of the crime, of which it is confess'd
He was guiltless as the new-born upon its mother's breast.
Though lodged within a prison cell, his spirits still were gay;
He sang his sweetest songs therein, and whiled the time away;
In hopes ere long to meet his friends and comrades one and all,