Kilkenny Boy


I went to school to Darby Tool
Who had been a soldier, I was told
His talk of wars, of drums, and scars
Came over me when nine years old
Then I thought of drums instead of sums
Shillelagh being my writing pen
My only books being outside crooks
My only joys being fighting men
Then disdaining brogues, I crossed the bogs
The little girls would cry when me they’d spy
“Ah, here’s Larry Moore, the Irish boy
The nice, the neat, the sweet complete
The handsome, fine, Kilkenny boy”

When older grown, the girls ochone
About their hearts, they twisted me
‘Till Sergeant Shea, he came out one day
When by the powers, he listed me
Then Betty Byrne, she left the churn
And Kate O’Neill, faith I’ll go bail
She’ll break her heart for leaving me
Then in this plight, a soldier tight
I marched as stout as any boy
The fair to melt, the foe to pelt
None equalled the Kilkenny boy

The manly straight, the clean complete
The beautiful Kilkenny boy
But Sergeant Shea, he died one day
A bullet laid him to the floor
And the same poltogue who spoiled his brogue
A Sergeant made of Larry Moore
And it’s when the peace bid fighting cease
For the girls, ochone, I had a few
Who thought to tease, but none could please
For ’tis herself, she has the pelf
And ’tis myself can spend it joy
She cried “Ochone, You’re all my own
My thundering fine Kilkenny boy
Oh, you’re my brother of a boy, you’re my jewel joy
You’re my own, my fine Kilkenny boy”


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