Oh Who will plough the fields now

Or who will sow the corn

And who will mind the sheep now

And keep them neatly shorn

The stack that's in the haggard

Unthrashed it may remain

Since Johnny's went a-thrashing

The dirty king of Spain

Bantry Girls Lament - Joanie Madden

The girls from the bawnogue 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

The boys will surely miss him

When Moneymore comes round

And they'll find that their bold captain

Is nowhere to be found

And the peelers must stand idle

All against their will and main

Since the gallant boys who gave

Them work now peels the King of Spain

At wakes or hurling matches your like 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 disdain

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 Spai