35 Bantry Girl's Lament

Oh, who will plough the fields now
And who will sow the corn
And who will watch the sheep now
And keep them needly shorn
The stack that's in the haggard
Unthreshed it may remain
Since Johnny went atrashing
The durty king of Spain

The girls from the Banóg
In sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows
Go home and blow the fire
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went sailing o'er the main
Along with other patriots
To fight the king of Spain

The boys will sorely miss him
When Moneymore comes round
And they'll find that their bould captain
Is nowhere to be found
And the peelers must be idle
Against their will and grain
For the gallant boy who gave them work
Now peels the king of Spain

At wakes and hurling matches
Your likes we'll never see
Till you come back to us again
a stor gra geal mo chroi
And won't you trrash the buckeens
Who show us such disdain
Because our eyes are not so bright
As those you'll see in Spain

If cruel fate will not permit
Our Johnny to return
His heavy loss the Bantry girls
Will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot
And die in grief and pain
Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride
In the foreign land of Spain