| Oh who will plough the field now, oh 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 (stag) that’s in the haggard, untouched (untrusted) it may remain
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| Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain
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| 歌:joanie mad
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| Oh the girls from the Boyne, 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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| And the boys will sorely miss him when mun-a-hoor (moneymore) comes around
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| And they fight that their bold captain is nowhere to be found
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| And the Peelers must stand idle against their will and grain
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| Since the valiant boy who gives them work now peels the King of Spain
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| At wakes and hurling matches
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| Your likes 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 distant
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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
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| Oh who will plough the field now, oh 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 stag that’s in the haggard, untrusted it may remain
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| Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain
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| The stag that’s in the haggard, untrusted it may remain
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| Since Johnny went a-thrashing, to fight the King of Spain |