Bunclody

Oh, were I at the Moss house
Where the birds do increase
At the foot of Mount Leinster
Or some silent place
By the streams of Bunclody
Where all pleasures do meet
And all I would ask is
One kiss from you sweet

The streams of Bunclody
They flow down so free
By the streams of Bunclody
I’m longing to be
Adrinking strong liquor
In the height of my cheer
Here’s a health to Bunclody
And the lass I loved dear

The cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings
And tells us no lies
She sucks the young birds’ egg
For to make her voice clear
And the more she cries “Cuckoo”
The summer is near

‘Tis why my love left me
As you may understand
For ’tis she has a freehold
And I have no land
She has great store of riches
And a large sum of gold
And ev’rything fitting
A house to uphold

So farewell my dear father
And mother adieu
My sister and brother
Farewell unto you
I am bound for Americay
My fortune to try
When I think of Bunclody
Now I’m ready to die