Bunclody

Lyrics

Oh, were I at the Moss House where the birds do increase
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet

If I was in Bunclody, I would think myself at home
’tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have none
Drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer
Here’s a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear

The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
It sucks the young birds eggs to make its voice clear
And the more it cries cuckoo, the summer draws near

If I was a clerk and could write a good hand
I would write my love a letter that she might understand
For I am a young fellow that is wounded in love
Once I lived in Bunclody, but now must remove

If I was a lark and had wings, I could fly
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie
I’d proceed to you arbour, where my true love does lie
And on her fond bosom, contented I would die

’tis why my love slights me as you may understand
That she has a freehold and I have no land
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold
And everything fitting a house to uphold

So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother
Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother
I am bound for America, my fortune to try
When I think of Bunclody, I’m ready to die

Wexford 1

Songs of Wexford


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County

Wexford

Song Themes

Love spurned

Songwriter