Текст песни: The Bantry Girls Lament, The Ol’ Yellow House + перевод

Oh, who will plow the fields all day and who will thrash the corn?

Who will tend the sheep now and see them neatly shorn?

The stack that’s in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain

Now that Johnny’s gone a-thrashing all in the wars of Spain

The girls from the bawnogue in sorrow may retire

And the piper with his bellows may go home and blow the fire

For Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o’er the main

Along with the other patriots to fight the King of Spain

The boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes around

And they’ll weep that their bold captain is nowhere to be found

And the peerlers may stand idle, all against their will and main

Since the gallant boy who gave them work now peels the King of Spain

At wakes and hurling matches your like we’ll never see

Till you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi

Then won’t you thrash the buckeens that show us such disdain

Because our eyes are not so bright as those you’ll see in Spain

If cruel fate should not allow our Johnny to return

His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn

We’ll resign ourselves to our sad lot and live in grief and pain

Since Johnny died for freedom’s sake in the foreign land of Spain

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