There's Boycotting and murder, and everything that's bad;
And I'm bound to be convicted, though innocent, they say—
For I'm to be tried by Judge May, mother, I'm to be tried by Judge May.
You know I wasn't there, mother, when all the row was made;
I never made a wicked speech, or led a Land League raid;
But the judge has made up his mind to put your boy away—
For I'm to be tried by Judge May, mother, I'm to be tried by Judge May.
So wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,
For at ten o'clock, before the Court, I'm summoned to appear.
There's little chance of justice, he's a partisan they say—