In a humble Irish homestead, in a vale called yellow town,
lived a maiden fair and comely where Tory Hill looks down.
Till on day came a stranger dressed in clothes rich and rare
He told her that he loved her and stole her heart away.
When he told her that he loved her that soon his bride she'd be
In the dark of night he stole her, When no human eye could see.
When with his willing captive, to the Treaty town he came,
Another dressed as cleric, a marriage was proclaimed
He soon grew tired of Ellen and planned to do her in,
as they sailed the lordly Shannon to the little town of Glin.
There they planned or her a boat trip to the far off coast of Clare,
On the voyage they took he young life and left her body there.
The Law soon captured Scanlon it was the murderers name,
with hands clasped in irons, back to the Limerick jail he came.
When the Judge read out the sentence, with a black cap on his head,
For this cruel and terrible murder, you will hand until you're dead.
Good people of the Maigueside -, Breath a silent prayer,
For the soul of Ellen who rests now in County Clare,
When it's moonlight over Tory or the clear daylight of dawn,
do not forget out little princess, she was our Coleen Bawn.