Limerick buck hunt

Lyrics

By your leave Larry Grogan, enough has been spoken
It’s time to give over your sonnet, your sonnet
Come listen to mine sir, much truer than thine
For these very eyes were upon it. upon it
It is of a buck slain in this very campaign,
To let him live longer, ’twere a pity, ’twere a pity
For head and for branches, for fat and for haunches
Exceeding the mayor of a city, a city

A council assembled, who’d think but he trembled
Of lads of good spirit, well mounted, well mounted
Each with whip and with cap on, and spurs made at Ripon
To the number of twenty were ounted, were counted
Off a score, we went bounding, sweet horhs were sounding
Each youth filled the air with a whoop and a halloo
Duburg, were he there, such sweet music to hear
Would leave his Cremona and follow, and follow

Knockaderk and Knockaney, and hills twice as many
Saw us fly o’er their stone walls and hedges and ditches
He skimmed o’er the ground but to baffle our hounds
Was ne’er yet in any buck’s breeches, bucks breeches
Four hours he held out, most surprsinly stout
’til at length to his fate he submittes, submitted
His throat being cut up, the poor culprit put up
To the place whence he came was remitted, remitted

A place most enchanting where nothing wa wanting
That poor hungry huntsman could wish sir, could wish sir
Though our number was there, yet of delicate fare
For every man was a dish sir, a dish sir
We fell-to with fury, like a long-famished jury
Nor stayed we for grace to our dinner, our dinner
The butler a-swetting, the knives all a-whetting
The edge of each stomach was keener, was keener

Oh, the bumpers went round with an elegant sound
Clink clink, like sweet bells, went the glasses, the glasses
We drank Queen and King, and each other fine thing
Then bumpered the beautiful lasses, sweet lasses
There was Singleton (Cherry) and sweet Sally Curry
Miss Croker, Miss Bligh and Miss Prittie, Miss Prettie
With lovely Miss Persse, that subject of verse
Who shall ne’er be forgot in my ditty, my ditty

With a great many more from fifteen to a score
Oh, had you but seen them together, together
Such charms you’d discover, you’d pity the lover
And look on St. James’s – a feather, a feather
Long proper this county and high-sheriff’s bounty
Where thus we indulge and make merry, make merry
For jovial as we are, we’ll puff away all care
To poor busy Robin and Fleuy, and Fleury

Limerick 1

Songs of Limerick


Notes

‘The Limerick Buck Hunt’ was written in 1730 by Pierce Creagh, of Dangan, near Quinn, County Clare. It was his response to the self penned eulogy of Larry Grogan, the Wexford piper and composer.



County

Limerick

Song Themes

Sporting occasions

Songwriter