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For to see my Tom of Bedlam, 10,000 miles I'd travel,
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes, for to save her shoes from
Gravel.

CHORUS:

Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys, Bedlam boys are
Bonnie,

Lift MacCahir O'er your face, brooding O'er the old disgrace when
Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern.
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand hed secure
Til he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh OByrne

Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on well go for by the Lord

On the ocean o‘he
Waves in motion o‘ho
Not but clouds could we see
O’er the blue sea below

Islay loomin‘ o‘he
In the gloamin‘ o‘ho
Our ship’s compass set we

Near Banbridge Town in the county Down

One morning last July
Down a boreen green came a sweet coleen
And she smiled as she passed me by
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself

Down by the Salley Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the Salley Gardens with little snow white feet
She bid me to take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees
But I, being young and foolish, with her did not agree

In a field by the river, my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder she placed her snow white hand
She bid me to take life easy, as the grass grows on the weir

Oh, Father dear, I oft times hear you talk of Erin's Isle,
Her lofty scene, her valleys green, her mountains rude and wild
They say it is a pretty place where in a prince might dwell,
Oh, why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell?

Oh, son I loved my native land with energy and pride
'Til a blight came over on my crops, my sheep and cattle died,
The rent and taxes were so high, I could not them redeem,

Oh, the praties they grow small over here, over here
Oh, the praties they grow small, and we dig them in the fall
And we eat them, skin and all, over here, over here.

Oh we wish that we were geese, night and morn, night and morn
Oh we wish that we were geese, and could live our lives in peace
Till the hour of our release, eating corn, eating corn.

As I was walking down the road,
A feeling fine and larky oh!
A recruiting Sergeant came up to me,
Says he "You'd look fine in khaki, oh!
For the King he is in need of men,
Come read this proclamation oh!
A life in Flanders for you then,
Would be a fine vacation now."

Ye Jocobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jocobites by name, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name, your faults I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear, you shall hear
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear

What is right and what is wrong, by the law, by the law ?
What is right and what is wrong, by the law ?