[00:00.60]Oh, Who will plough the fields now or who will sow the corn?
[00:09.63]And who will mind the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn?
[00:19.55]The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain
[00:26.79]Since Johnny's went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain
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[00:59.38]The girls from the bawnogue in sorrow may retire
[01:08.47]And the piper and his bellows go home and blow the fire
[01:18.19]Since Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o'er the main
[01:27.42]Along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain
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[01:39.59]The boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes round
[01:48.52]And they'll find that their bold captain is nowhere to be found
[01:57.89]And the peelers must stand idle, all against their will and main
[02:07.38]Since the gallant boys who gave them work now peels the King of Spain
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[02:37.29]At wakes or hurling matches your like we'll never see
[02:46.81]Till you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi
[02:55.34]And won't you thrash the buckeens that show us much disdain
[03:04.89]Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll meet in Spain
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[03:17.93]If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return
[03:26.57]His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
[03:36.22]We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot and die in grief and pain
[03:45.95]Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride in the foreign land of Spain