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Who will plow the field now, and who will sow the corn1 * * 57
Who will wash the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn4 1 * 57
The stack that's in the haggard, un-touched it may re-main1 * 4 57 1
Since Johnny went a-thrashing all in the wars of Spain
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Johnny, lovely Johnny, he's sailing o'er the main1 * 4 57 1A-long with other patriots, to fight the King of Spain
And the girls from the bawn-oag in sorrow may re-tire
The piper and his bellows, (may) go home and blow the fire
At fairs and hurling matches, your likes we seldom see
Till you come home a-gain to us, a-storeen oag mo cree
And a cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to re-turn
His heavy loss, we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
We re-sign ourselves to our sad lot, and die in grief and pain
Johnny died for freedom's sake in the foreign lands of Spain
NOTES:- Gaelic phrases are spelled phonetically- Haggard: a threshing yard- Ba/no/g: a green patch of ground (
Ireland?)- Mi/an fhomhair: harvest month- Asto/iri/n o/g mo chroi: little young treasure of my heart
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