On a Monday morning early, as my wand'ring steps did take me Down by a farmer's station is meadows and green lawn I heard great lamentation the wee birds they were making Sayin' "We'll have no more engagements with the boys of Mullaghbawn"
I beg your pardon ladies, I'll ask you this one favour I hope it is no treason, on you I now must call I'm condoling late and early, my heart is nigh for breaking All for a noble lady that lives near Mullaghbawn
Squire Jackson he's unequaled in honour or in favour He never turned a traitor or betrayed the rights of man But now we are endangered by a vile deceiving stranger Who has ordered transportation for the boys of Mullaghbawn
With those heroes on the ocean, I'm told the ship in motion Stood up in wild commotion as if the seas ran dry The trout and salmon gaping as the cuckoo left her station Saying "farewell to Erin and the hills of Mullaghbawn"
To end this lamentation, we are all in consternation None wants for recreation until the day do dawn For without hesitation, we are charged with combination And sent for transportation from the hills of MullaghbawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
