Croppy Boy


It was early, early in the spring
The birds did whistle and sweetly sing
Changing their notes from tree to tree
And the song they sang was old Ireland free

It was early, early last Tuesday night
The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright
The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
And taken was I by Lord Cornwall

It was to the guard-house, I then was led
And in a parlour, I was tried
My sentence passed and my courage low
To New Geneva, I was forced to go

As I was passing my father’s door
My brother William stood at the door
My aged father stood at the door
And my tender mother, her hair she tore

As I was walking up Wexford Street
My own first cousin, I chanced to meet
My own first cousin, did me betray,
And for one bare guinea swore my life away

My sister Mary heard the express
She ran upstairs in her morning dress
Five hundred guineas, she would lay down
To see me liberated in Wexford Town

As I was walking up Wexford Hill
Who could blame me to cry my fill ?
I looked behind and I looked before
But my tender mother, I shall ne’er see more

As I was mounted on the platform high
My aged father was standing by
My aged father did me deny
And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy

It was in Geneva, this young man died
And in Geneva, his body lies
All you good Christians that do pass by
Breathe a prayer, shed a tear for the Croppy Boy


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Song Themes

1798 Rebellion