| Bonny Bonny
 
 Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
 And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
 Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
 You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale
 
 Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England's King
 I neither know his friend or foe, and war's a cruel thing
 The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
 And Carey's steams and mountain land I part with bitter grief
 
 No more I'll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
 Or dream along the sun bright rills, or view my land with pride
 We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
 When old Benmore I see no more, I'll sigh with deep regret
 
 Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide
 Our ship she may in Biscay's Bay lie low beneath the tide
 If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea
 Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me
 
 If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again
 I'd love far more my Antrim shore, its dark blue hills and rain
 Around the fires, my heart's desires, heaven grant till life shall fail
 And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale
 |