The Bantry Girl's Lament

Who will plough 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 in 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 for to fight the King of Spain 

The boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes round 
And they'll weep that their bold captain is nowhere to be found 
And the peelers 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 again to us a stor gra geal mo chroi 
Then wont 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