Come all you tender Christians, I hope you will draw near,
It's of this dreadful murder I mean to let you hear,
Concerning those poor people whose loss we do deplore
The Lord have mercy on their souls, they died at Turloughmore.

'Twas on the first of August, the truth I will declare,
Those people they assembled that day all at the Fair,
But little was their notion that evil was in store,
All by the bloody Peelers at the Fair of Turloughmore.

Were you to see that dreadful sight would grieve your heart I know,
To see the comely women and the men all lying low,
God help their tender parents, they will never see them more,
For cruel was their murder at the Fair of Turloughmore.

The morning of the trial there were Peelers in the dock,
The words they spoke were feeling, the people round them flock,
"I tell you, Judge and Jury, the truth I will declare,
It was Brew that ordered us to fire that evening at the Fair.

Come tell me dearest mother, what makes my father stay,
Or what can be the reason that he's so long away?
Oh, hold your tongue, my darling son, your tears do grieve me sore,
I fear he has been murdered at the Fair of Turloughmore.