Bantry Girls Lament - Joanie Madden

Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn

And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn

The stack (stag) that’s in the haggard, untouched (untrusted) it may remain

Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain

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Oh the girls from the Boyne, in sorrow may retire

And the piper and his bellows, go home and blow the fire

Since Johnny, lovely Johnny, is sailing o’er the main

Along with other patriots, to fight the King of Spain

And the boys will sorely miss him when mun-a-hoor (moneymore) comes around

And they fight that their bold captain is nowhere to be found

And the Peelers must stand idle against their will and grain

Since the valiant boy who gives them work now peels the King of Spain

At wakes and hurling matches

Your likes we’ll never see

'Till you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi

And won’t you thrash the buckeens that show us much distant

Because our eyes are not so bright as those you’ll meet in Spain

If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return

His heavy 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 foreign land of Spain

Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn

And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn

The stag that’s in the haggard, untrusted it may remain

Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain

The stag that’s in the haggard, untrusted it may remain

Since Johnny went a-thrashing, to fight the King of Spain