Tonalité : Ab major•
Verse 1
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I am a young fel
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low that's saisy and bold
In
Castletown,
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Connors, I'm very well known
In
Newcastle
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West I spent many an oath
With
Kitty and
Judy and
Mary
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Me parents rebuked me
for being such a rake
And for spending me time
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in such frolicsome ways
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I ne 'er could forget
the good nature of
Jane,
Yer a fog o' my jude, mar a thashe.
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My parents had reared me
to shake and to mow,
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To plough and to harrow,
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to reap and to sow.
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Me heart been too airy to drop it too low, I
set down on a high speculation.
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On paper and parchment
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C
they taught me to write,
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And in
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Euclid and grammar they opened my eyes.
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And in multiplication, in truth, I was bright,
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yet a foggum would shoot my repose.
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If ye chance for to go to the town of
Rathkeel, the girdles all around
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me do flock on the square.
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Now some offer me apples, and others sweet cake, and they
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treats me unknowns to their parents.
There's one from
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Askeaton, and one from the pike,
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and another from
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Ard, and my heart has beguiled.
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Though being from the mountains, her stockings are white,
and I'd love to be tightening
her girthers.
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No, to quarrel for riches I
ne 'er was inclined,
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For the greatest of misers
they must leave
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all behind.
But I'll purchase a cow that'll never run dry,
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And I'll milk her be twistin' or hardin'.
John
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Damer of
Shrone had plenty of gold,
And
Lord
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Devonshire's treasures are twenty
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times more.
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But should they're laid on their backs amidst nettles and stones,
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You'd have fogged them
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with shrewd maratache.
The old cow could be milked without clover or grass,
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She'd be pampered on barley,
sweet corn, and the hops.
She'd be warm, she'd be stout,
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she'd be free in the paps,
And she'd milk without spence
and her halter.
And the man that would drink, he'd eat
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cocky's coffee,
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And if anyone laughs,
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we'd have wigs in the green.
And the feeble old hag,
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she'd get supple and free,
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And a foggum would shoot maritha's
shade.
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Now there's some say I'm foolish,
there's some say I'm wise,
Though being fond of the women, I think,
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is no crime.
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Sure, the son of
King
David, he had ten thousand wives,
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
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I'll till a good garden and work at my ease,
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And each woman and child
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could partake of the same.
If there'd be war in the cabin themselves,
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they could blame you if
Fogham would shoot
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Mor rith
Horshay.
But now for the future, I think I'll get wise and
I'll marry all those women who acted
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so kind.
Aye, I'd marry them all on the morrow by -and
-by if the clergy'd agree to the bargain.
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And then when I'd be old and me soul be at rest,
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all those children and wives they
could keen at me wake.
Aye, they'd all gather
round, and they'd offer up prayers
To the
Lord for the soul of their father.
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