Born in County Maigh Eo as a man of ill-repute
Started stealin' horses and got into a dispute
With a rope around his neck they told him it was wrong to steal
He got a little break then and he made a little deal
One-hundred for a bishop, twenty for a priest
Try not to splash the blood upon the altar piece
He tried to move in shadows but murder brought him fame
Ballintubber outlaw, Seán na Sagart was his name
Time went by and at his work when he got very handy
Started needin' money just to keep himself in brandy
He'd act like he lay dyin' and send for a last rites
The priest'd come right down to him and he'd knock out the lights
One-hundred for a bishop, twenty for a priest
Try not to splash the blood upon the altar piece
Tried to move in shadows but murder brought him fame
Ballintubber outlaw, Seán na Sagart was his name
The body of Mullowney was thrown into the lake
Far away from angels his soul now for to take
They put him in the sacred ground, holy through-and-through
Out then came an ash tree and it split the grave in two
One-hundred for a bishop, twenty for a priest
Try not to splash the blood upon the altar piece
Tried to move in shadows but murder brought him fame
Ballintubber outlaw, Seán na Sagart was his name
This story is an ancient one, the truth it still rings out
Look to Seán na Sagart now if you've any doubt
You can't trust the clergy with their holy little bits
And ya won't be thanked by any god for workin' with the Brits!
One-hundred for a bishop, twenty for a priest
Try not to splash the blood upon the altar piece
Tried to move in shadows but murder brought him fame
Ballintubber outlaw, Seán na Sagart was his name
Ballintubber outlaw, Seán na Sagart was his name
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