Bantry Girls Lament

Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn The stack(stag) that's in the haggard, untouched(untrusted) it may remain Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain 歌：joanie mad Oh the girls from the Boyne, in sorrow may retire And the piper and his bellows, go home and blow the fire Since Johnny, lovely Johnny, is sailing o'er the main Along with other patriots, to fight the King of Spain And the boys will sorely miss him when mun-a-hoor(moneymore) comes around And they fight that their bold captain is nowhere to be found And the Peelers must stand idle against their will and grain Since the valiant boy who gives them work now peels the King of Spain At wakes and hurling matches Your likes we'll never see 'Till you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi And won't you thrash the buckeens that show us much distant Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll meet in Spain If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return His heavy loss, we 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 pride in the foreign land of Spain Oh who will plough the field now, oh who will sow the corn And who will mind the sheep now, and keep them neatly shorn The stag that's in the haggard, untrusted it may remain Since Johnny went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain The stag that's in the haggard, untrusted it may remain Since Johnny went a-thrashing, to fight the King of Spain