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3 It's home then she was taken and in her closet bound, Poor Reilly all in Sligo jail lay on the stony ground, Till at the bar of justice before the judge he'd stand, For nothing but the stealing of his lovely Colleen Bawn.
4 "Now in the cold, cold iron, my hands and feet are bound, I'm handcuffed like a murderer and tied unto the ground5 But all the toil and slavery I'm willing to withstand, Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn."
5 The jailer's son to Reilly goes and thus to him did say: "Oh, get up, Willy Reilly, you must appear today,
For great Squire Foillard's anger you never can withstand, I'm afraid you'll suffer sorely for your dear Colleen Bawn."
6 Now Willy's dressed from top to toe, all in a suit of green, His hair hangs o'er his shoulders most glorious to be seen; He's tall, so straight and comely, as any could be found, He's fit for Foillard's daughter, was she heiress to a crown.
7 "This is the news, young Reilly, last night that I did hear, The lady's oath will hang you, or else will set you free," "If that be so," says Reilly, "her pleasure I will stand, Still hoping to be succored by my dear Colleen Bawn."
8 The judge he said: "This lady being in her tender youth, If Reilly has deluded her, she will declare the truth." Then like a moving beauty bright before him she did stand, "You're welcome then, my heart's delight, and my dear Colleen Bawn."
9 "Oh, gentlemen," Squire Foillard said, "with pity look on me, This villain came among us to disgrace our family;
And by his base contrivances this villainy was planned, If I don't get satisfaction, I'll quit this Irish land."
10 The lady with a tear began, and thus replied she:
"The fault was none of Reilly's, the blame lies all with me, I forced him for to leave his place and come along with me, I loved him out of measure, which wrought our destiny."
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