Bantry
Girls Lament
Who who will plough the fields now
And
who will sell the corn
Who who will wash the sheep now
And have
them nicely shorn
The stack that’s in the haggard
Unthrashed
it may remain
Since Johnny went a thrashing
The cruel king of
Spain
The girls from the Bawnogue
In sorrow may retire
And the
piper and his bellows
May go home and blow the fire
For Johnny
lovely Johnny
Is sailing o’er the main
Along with other patriots
To fight the king of Spain
At wakes or hurling matches
Your
like you’d never see
‘Till you come back to us again
A stóirín
óg mo chroí
And won’t you trounce the buckeens
That show us
much disdain
Because our eyes are not as bright
As those you’d
meet in Spain
If cruel fate should not permit
Our Johnny to
return
His heavy loss we Bantry girls
Will never cease to mourn
We’ll resign ourselves to our sad lot
And die in grief and pain
For Johnny fought for Ireland’s pride
In the foreign land of
Spain
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Siúl
a rún
I wish I was on yonder hill
Tis there I’d sit and cry my fill
Until every tear would turn a mill
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I’ll sell my rock
I’ll sell my reel
I’ll sell my only spinning wheel
For to buy my love a sword of steel
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúl siúl siúl a rún
Siúl go socair agus siúl go ciún
Siúl go doras agus éalaigh liom
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
I’ll dye my petticoats
I’ll dye them red
And round the world
I’ll beg my bread
Until my parents shall wish me dead
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúl...
But now my love has gone to France
To try his fortune to advance
If he e’er come back
Aah it’s just a chance
Is go dté tú mo mhúirnín slán
Siúl…
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Last
rose of Summer
‘Tis the last rose of Summer left blooming alone
All her lovely companions have faded and gone
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes or give sigh for sigh
So soon may I follow when friendships decay
And in love’s shining circle the gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered and fond ones have flown
O who would inhabit this bleak world alone
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