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.
2. Oh the streams of Bunclody they flow down so free,
3. The cuckoo is a pretty good bird, it sings as it flies,
4. If I was a clerk and could write a good hand,|
I would write to my true-love that she might understand,
For I am a young fellow who is wounded in love
Once I lived in Bunclody, but now must remove.
5. If I was a lark and had wings I could fly
6. 'Tis why my love slights me, as you may understand,
7. So fare you well father and my mother, adieu|
My sister and brother farewell unto you,
I am bound for America my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, I'm ready to die.
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