(1)
Up the heathery mountain, down the rushy glen,
Squire Staples has gone hunting Shane Crossagh and his men
With forty mounted yoemen to follow in his train,
He swears he'll give the gallows work ere he returns again

(2)
Shane Crossagh was a farmer who lived in Ballyascreen,
But now he is an outlaw for the wearing of the green
For the wearing of the green, boys, for the wearing of the green
Shane Crossagh is an outlaw today in Ballyascreen.(3)
Says Torrens, the informer "We have him now I know,"
The bloodhounds are upon him he cannot pass the Roe",
The river Roe is deep, boys, its channel twelve yards wide,
The banks are high and steep, boys, overhanging at each side.(4)
"The man must sure be weary who hunted thus has been,
Two Summer days and fasting since he left Ballynascreen,"
Since he left Ballynascreen, boys, since he left Ballynascreen,
And we'll hang him now full surely since he left Ballynascreen".(5)
Shane Crossagh had a wolf-hound who never parted him
And when the bloodhounds neared him he tore them limb from limb,
"My brave friend" cried the outlaw, and his tears began to flow,
"O, Gallant Swift, we still are free, if we could leap the Roe.