Lyrics:

Last born of the clan, first one to be free
Lived inside a house beneath the hanging tree
Londonderry 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