oh who will plough the fields now and who will sow the corn and who will watch the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn the stack that’s in the haggard unthreshed it may remain since Johnny, lovely Johnny went to fight the king of Spain
the girls from the Bánogue in sorrow may retire the piper and his bellows may go home and blow the fire for Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o’er the main along with other patriots to fight the king of Spain
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ah boys will sorely miss him when the moneymore comes round and grieve when their brave captain is nowhere to be found {aah-ha-aah etc., behind:} the peelers must stand idle against their will and grain for the valiant boys who gave them work now peels the king of Spain
at wakes and hurling matches your likes we’ll never see {aah-ahh} until you return again to us a stoirin og mo chroi ( = ‘dearest to my heart’ ) {aah-ahh etc., behind:} and won’t you trod the buckeens who show us much disdain because our eyes are not so bright as those you’ll meet in Spain
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if cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return this awful loss 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 plight in the foreign land of Spain.