| lyric | 1. Oh, were I at the Mosshouse, where the birds do oncrease.
[Oh were I at the moss house where the birds do increase]
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place.
By the Streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet,
and all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet.
2. If I was in Bunclody I would think myself at home,
’Tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have none,
Drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer,
Here’s a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear.
3. The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it files,
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies,
It sucks the young bird’s eggs to make it’s voice clear,
And the more it cries cuckoo, the summer draws near.
4. If I was aclerk and could write a good hand,
I would write to my true love that she might understand,
I am a young fellow that is wounded in love,
That lived by Bunclody but now must remove.
5. If I was a Iark and had wings I could fly,
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie,
I’d proceed to yon arbour where my true love does lie,
And on her fond bosom contented I would die.
6. ’Tis why my love slights me as you may understand,
That she has afreehold and I have no land,
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold,
And everything fitting a house to uphold.
7. So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother,
Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother,
I am bound for Amerikay, my fortune to try,
When I think on Bunclody, I’m ready to die. |