| It bein' on a monday morning, it bein' our pay day
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| We met Sergeant Jenkins at our goin' away
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| He says to Pat Reilly «You are a handsome young man
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| Will you come to John Kelly’s where we will set a dram»
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| And while we sat there boozin' and drinkin' our dram
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| He says to Pat Reilly «You are a handsome young man
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| I’d have you take the bounty and come along with me
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| To the sweet County Longford, strange faces there you’ll see»
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| «Oh no kind sir, a soldier’s life with me would not agree
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| Nor neither would I bind myself down from my liberty
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| For I lived as happy as a prince, my mind does tell me so
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| So fare thee well, I’m just goin' down, my? |
| shatter for to thow?
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| «Oh are you in a hurry, are you goin' away?
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| Or won’t you stop and listen to these words I’m goin' to say
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| Perhaps now Pat Reilly, you might do something worse
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| Than to leave your native country and enlist in the Black Horse»
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| Oh it’s I took the bounty, the reckoning was paid
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| The ribbons were brought out, me boys, and into my cockade
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| It’s early the next morning we all were made to stand
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| Before our grand general with hats all in our hands
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| He says to Pat Reilly «You are a little too low
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| With some other regiment I fear you have to go»
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| «I may go where I will, I have no-one to mourn
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| For my mother is dead, me boys, and never will return»
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| It’s not in the morning that I sing this song
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| But it’s in the cold evening as I march alone
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| With me gun o’er my shoulder I bitterly do weep
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| When I think of my true love that now lies fast asleep
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| My blessing on my mother that reared me neat and clean
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| But bad luck to my father that made me serve the queen
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| Oh had he been an honest man and learned to me my trade
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| I would never have enlisted nor worn the cockade |