Dubliners - Bantry Girl's Lament Lyrics
Oh, who will plough the fields nowAnd who will sow the cornAnd who will watch the sheep nowAnd keep them from all harmAnd the stack that's in the haggardUnthreshed it may remainSince Johnny, lovely JohnnyWent to fight the king of SpainOh, the girls of the BanуgIn sorrow may retireAnd the piper and his bellowsMay go home and blow the fireSince Johnny, lovely JohnnyWent sailing o'er the mainAlong with other patriotsTo fight the king of SpainThe boys will sorely miss himWhen Moneymore comes roundAnd grieve that their bould captainIs nowhere to be foundAnd the peelers must stand idleAgainst their will and grainSince the valiant boy who gave them workNow peels the king of SpainAt wakes and hurling matchesYour likes we'll never see'Till you come back again to usMo storeen уg mo chroiAnd won't you trounce the buckeensWho show us much disdainBecause our eyes are not as brightAs those you meet in SpainOh, if cruel fate should not permitOur Johnny to returnHis awful loss we Bantry girlsWill never cease to mournWe'll resign ourselves to our sad lotAnd die in grief and painSince Johnny died for Ireland's prideIn the sunny land of Spain
