| The Croppy Boy
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| It was early, early in the spring
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| The birds did whistle and sweetly sing
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| Changing their notes from tree to tree
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| And the song they sang was Old Ireland free
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| It was early early in the night
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| The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright;
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| The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
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| And I was taken by Lord Cornwall
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| 'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid
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| And in a parlour where I was tried;
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| My sentence passed and my courage low
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| When to Dungannon I was forced to go
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| As I was passing my father’s door
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| My brother William stood at the door;
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| My aged father stood at the door
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| And my tender mother her hair she tore
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| As I was going up Wexford Street
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| My own first cousin I chanced to meet;
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| My own first cousin did me betray
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| And for one bare guinea swore my life away
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| As I was walking up Wexford Hill
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| Who could blame me to cry my fill?
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| I looked behind, and I looked before
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| But my aged mother I shall see no more
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| And as I mounted the platform high
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| My aged father was standing by;
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| My aged father did me deny
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| And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy
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| It was in Dungannon this young man died
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| And in Dungannon his body lies
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| And you good people that do pass by
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| Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy
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| Recorded by Patrick Galvin, Clancys
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| @Irish @rebellion @death
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| Filename[ CROPPIE2
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| Play.exe CROPPIE2
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| RG
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