The maid of Buncloudy, and the lad she loves so dear
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This version was collected byColm O Lochlainn
OhDwere I at the moss houseWhere theAbirds do inDcreaseBy theAfoot of MountDLeinsterOrEmsome silentAplaceBy the streams of BunDcloudyWhere allEmpleasures doAmeet,AndDall that I askIs 0neAkiss from youDsweet.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Oh the streams of Buncloudy they flow down to the sea,By the streams of Buncloudy I am longing to be,A-drinking stong liquor at the height of my cheer.Here’s a health to Buncloudy and the lass I love dear.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as itflies,It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies.It sucks the young birds’ eggs, to make its voice clear,And the more it cries cuckoo, the summer draws near.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~If I was a clerk and I 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 Buncloudy, but now must remove.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~If I was a lark and had wings I could flyI would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie,I’d proceed to yon arbour where my true love deoes lie,And on her fond bosom contented I would die.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~‘Tis why my love slights me, as you may understand,That she has a freehold and I have no land,She has grat store of riches, and a large sum of gold,And everything fitting a house to uphold.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~So fare you well father and my mother adieuMy sister and brother, farewell unto you.I am bound for America, my fortune to try,When I think on Buncloudy, I am ready to die.


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