Lyrics Bonny Woodhall - Andy Irvine, Paul Brady, Dónal Lunny

Bonny Woodhall

Down by yon green bushes near Calder’s clear stream
Where me and my Annie so often have been
When the hours flew past us, right happy were we
It was little she thought that a soldier I’d be
But it’s farewell to Annie and I must away
For the King he needs soldiers and I must obey
But if providence proves kind, love, until I return
I will wed with my Annie near Calder’s clear burn
On the 14th of August our regiment was lost
And a ball from the enemy our lines came across
O, It struck me in the temple and the blood trickled down
I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground
«Come here,» says our captain, «come here with good speed
For I fear by this bullet young Dinsmore lies dead.»
Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare
And they carried me away to a hospital there
Cold water and brandy they poured out so free
They turned me all over my wounds for to see
But if I had my Annie to bind up my wounds
One kiss from her sweet lips would soon deaden the stoun
And it’s when I am weary and think of lang syne
When I was a miner and wrought in the mine
O, the tears they do trickle and down they do fall
Like the roses that bloom around bonny Woodhall