It was early one morning Willie Leonard arose

Into his comrade's bed chamber he goes

Saying arise my loyal comrades, let nobody know

It's a fine summer's morning and bathing we'll go



But as they were walking all down a long lane

Who should they meet with but a keeper of game

Go back Willie Leonard, do not venture in

There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn



Young Willie jumped in and he swam the lake round

Till he came to an island but not the right ground

Go back my loyal comrades, do not follow me in

There's deep and false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn



It was later that morning Willie's sister arose

And straight to her mother's bedchamber she goes

Saying mother, dearest mother, I have had a strange dream

Young Willie lies floating in a watery stream



It was later that morning Willies mother got there

Wringing her hands and tearing her hair

Saying where was he drowned where did he fall in?

There's death in false waters in the lakes of Cool Flynn



O the day of his funeral it was such a fine sight

With four and twenty young men and they're all dressed in white

Four and twenty young men to lay him in cold clay

Said adieu to young Willie and they all marched away