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Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn
And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn
The stack(stag) that's in the haggard, untouched(untrusted) it may remain
Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain
æu00adï¼joanie mad
Oh the girls from the Boyne, in sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows, go home and blow the fire
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny, is sailing o'er the main
Along with other patriots, to fight the King of Spain
And the boys will sorely miss him when mun-a-hoor(moneymore) comes around
And they fight that their bold captain is nowhere to be found
And the Peelers must stand idle against their will and grain
Since the valiant boy who gives 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 thrash the buckeens that show us much distant
Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll meet in Spain
If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return
His heavy loss, we 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
Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn
And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn
The stag that's in the haggard, untrusted it may remain
Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain
The stag that's in the haggard, untrusted it may remain
Since Johnny went a-thrashing, to fight the King of Spain