The Braes O Balquiddher Wild Mountain Thyme
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Who will plow the field now, and who will sow the corn
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Who will wash the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn
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The stack that's in the haggard, un-touched it may re-main
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Since Johnny went a-thrashing all in the wars of Spain
CHORUS:
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Johnny, lovely Johnny, he's sailing o'er the main
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A-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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