Bantry Girl's Lament
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β±οΈ 3:55 duration
π ID: 2607444
π Lyrics
Oh, who will plough the fields now
And who will sow the corn
And who will watch the sheep now
And keep them from all harm
And the stack that's in the haggard
Unthreshed it may remain
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went to fight the king of Spain
Oh, the girls of the BanΓ³g
In sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows
May go home and blow the fire
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went sailing o'er the main
Along with other patriots
To fight the king of Spain
The boys will sorely miss him
When Moneymore comes round
And grieve that their bould captain
Is nowhere to be found
Against their will and grain
Since the valiant boy who gave them work
Now peels the king of Spain
At wakes and hurling matches
Your likes we'll never see
'Till you come back again to us
Mo storeen Γ³g mo chroi
And won't you trounce the buckeens
Who show us much disdain
Because our eyes are not as bright
As those you meet in Spain
Oh, if cruel fate should not permit
Our Johnny to return
His awful loss we Bantry girls
Will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot
And die in grief and pain
Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride
In the sunny land of Spain
And who will sow the corn
And who will watch the sheep now
And keep them from all harm
And the stack that's in the haggard
Unthreshed it may remain
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went to fight the king of Spain
Oh, the girls of the BanΓ³g
In sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows
May go home and blow the fire
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went sailing o'er the main
Along with other patriots
To fight the king of Spain
The boys will sorely miss him
When Moneymore comes round
And grieve that their bould captain
Is nowhere to be found
Against their will and grain
Since the valiant boy who gave them work
Now peels the king of Spain
At wakes and hurling matches
Your likes we'll never see
'Till you come back again to us
Mo storeen Γ³g mo chroi
And won't you trounce the buckeens
Who show us much disdain
Because our eyes are not as bright
As those you meet in Spain
Oh, if cruel fate should not permit
Our Johnny to return
His awful loss we Bantry girls
Will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot
And die in grief and pain
Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride
In the sunny land of Spain
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.28] Oh, who will plough the fields now
[00:16.38] And who will sow the corn
[00:21.06] And who will watch the sheep now
[00:26.63] And keep them from all harm
[00:35.74] And the stack that's in the haggard
[00:39.04] Unthreshed it may remain
[00:44.27] Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
[00:49.85] Went to fight the king of Spain
[00:55.69] Oh, the girls of the BanΓ³g
[01:01.68] In sorrow may retire
[01:07.83] And the piper and his bellows
[01:12.16] May go home and blow the fire
[01:16.30] Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
[01:17.77] Went sailing o'er the main
[01:30.58] Along with other patriots
[01:33.21] To fight the king of Spain
[01:39.47] The boys will sorely miss him
[01:43.50] When Moneymore comes round
[01:48.05] And grieve that their bould captain
[01:52.14] Is nowhere to be found
[01:56.15] Against their will and grain
[02:02.37] Since the valiant boy who gave them work
[02:13.87] Now peels the king of Spain
[02:21.84] At wakes and hurling matches
[02:26.48] Your likes we'll never see
[02:37.37] 'Till you come back again to us
[02:44.68] Mo storeen Γ³g mo chroi
[02:46.83] And won't you trounce the buckeens
[02:48.73] Who show us much disdain
[02:53.08] Because our eyes are not as bright
[03:00.96] As those you meet in Spain
[03:04.72] Oh, if cruel fate should not permit
[03:22.77] Our Johnny to return
[03:23.52] His awful loss we Bantry girls
[03:25.16] Will never cease to mourn
[03:26.80] We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot
[03:30.37] And die in grief and pain
[03:32.73] Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride
[03:36.66] In the sunny land of Spain
[03:44.66]
[00:16.38] And who will sow the corn
[00:21.06] And who will watch the sheep now
[00:26.63] And keep them from all harm
[00:35.74] And the stack that's in the haggard
[00:39.04] Unthreshed it may remain
[00:44.27] Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
[00:49.85] Went to fight the king of Spain
[00:55.69] Oh, the girls of the BanΓ³g
[01:01.68] In sorrow may retire
[01:07.83] And the piper and his bellows
[01:12.16] May go home and blow the fire
[01:16.30] Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
[01:17.77] Went sailing o'er the main
[01:30.58] Along with other patriots
[01:33.21] To fight the king of Spain
[01:39.47] The boys will sorely miss him
[01:43.50] When Moneymore comes round
[01:48.05] And grieve that their bould captain
[01:52.14] Is nowhere to be found
[01:56.15] Against their will and grain
[02:02.37] Since the valiant boy who gave them work
[02:13.87] Now peels the king of Spain
[02:21.84] At wakes and hurling matches
[02:26.48] Your likes we'll never see
[02:37.37] 'Till you come back again to us
[02:44.68] Mo storeen Γ³g mo chroi
[02:46.83] And won't you trounce the buckeens
[02:48.73] Who show us much disdain
[02:53.08] Because our eyes are not as bright
[03:00.96] As those you meet in Spain
[03:04.72] Oh, if cruel fate should not permit
[03:22.77] Our Johnny to return
[03:23.52] His awful loss we Bantry girls
[03:25.16] Will never cease to mourn
[03:26.80] We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot
[03:30.37] And die in grief and pain
[03:32.73] Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride
[03:36.66] In the sunny land of Spain
[03:44.66]