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Oh, Who will plough the fields now or who will sow the corn? |
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And who will mind the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn? |
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The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain |
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Since Johnny's went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain |
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The girls from the bawnogue in sorrow may retire |
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And the piper and his bellows go home and blow the fire |
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Since Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o'er the main |
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Along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain |
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The boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes round |
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And they'll find that their bold captain is nowhere to be found |
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And the peelers must stand idle, all against their will and main |
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Since the gallant boys who gave them work now peels the King of Spain |
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At wakes or hurling matches your like we'll never see |
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Till you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi |
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And won't you thrash the buckeens that show us much disdain |
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Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll meet in Spain |
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If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return |
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His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn |
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We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot and die in grief and pain |
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Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride in the foreign land of Spain |
