On the morning I was born
John Joe Reilly killed a bird with a stone
Not a goose, or a hen
John Joe Reilly killed a wren
John Joe Reilly killed a wren

Twenty one, the longest night in winter
When the sun is deepest in her slumber
Follow me around the moon
Meet me on the twenty-first of June
Meet me on the twenty-first of June

Marry me ‘neath the king of the trees
Below the oak Joe Rеilly spoke to me
I was then still green and thin
My daddy huntеd him
My daddy hunted him

Now in the sea, there lives a million fishes
And in the sky, there lives a million wishes
One of mine
Is that someday someone’d name a horse Seabiscuit
Me and I, we’d ride into the mystic
Me and I, we’d ride into the mystic

I’d followed him into the tree
I gave my heart and all of me
Don’t tell a soul, John Joe, where’d you been
Or a soul that I have sinned
Or a soul that I have sinned
If I had known, I’d have cut your tongue
Ne’er the world knows of what I’ve done
The oak and ash, the king and queen
The highest shame hangs over me
The highest shame hangs over me

So bury me beneath the queen
Below the ash with the birds and the bee
[?] is back into the queen
Island bouncing on the sea
Island bouncing on the sea

On the morning I was born
John Joe Reilly killed a bird with a stone
Not a goose, or a hen
John Joe Reilly killed a wren
John Joe Reilly killed a wren