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Tráthnóna Beag Aréir (Late Yesterday Evening)

Image after image of extraordinary beauty emanate from the poem: the amorous feelings of the poet and the loveliness of the landscape intermingle effortlessly and bring us along down through the glen, through the dewy grass, through the bog-cotton, under the glorious evening sky, over the sand-dunes and down to the water’s edge. In this dreamy atmosphere he briefly meets and kisses the radiant young girl he adores so much. After this momentary encounter, they then go their separate ways. When morning finally comes all he can say is:

”O King of the Brightest Glory! Bring me back last night! ”

Words & Music: Séamus Ó Grianna [“Máire”]

The recording is from a live concert in the O’Reilly Hall in UCD in 1999.

Composed by Séamus Ó Grianna [“Máire”], Arr. Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1997

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony.

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Lyrics for Tráthnóna Beag Aréir (Late Yesterday Evening)

Thíos i lár a’ ghleanna

Tráthnóna beag aréir

Agus a’ drúcht ‘na dheora geala

Ina luí ar bharr an fhéir

‘Sea casadh domh-sa an ainnir

b’áille gnúis is pearsa,

Is í sheol mo stuaim ‘un seachráin

Tráthnóna beag aréir.

Agus a Rí nár lách ár n-ealaín

‘Gabháil síos a’ gleann aréir

Ag éaló fríd a’ chanach

Agus ciúnas ins a ‘spéir

Órú, rún mo chléibh’ nár mhilis

Ár súgadh croí ‘s nár ghoirid

Ó’s a Rí na Glóire Gile,

Tabhair ar ais an oíche aréir.

Dá bhfaighinnse arís cead pilleadh

‘Gus labhairt le stór mo chléibh’

Nó dá bhfaighinnse bua ar chinniúint

Cérbh mhiste liom fán tsaol?

Shiúlfainn leat fríd chanach

A’s fríd mhéilte ar chiumhas na mara

Agus dúiche Dé dá gcaillinn

Go bpógfainnse do bhéal.

Seachrán Chearbhaill (The Ramblings of Carrule)

Cearbhall Ó Dálaigh [fl.1590-1630] was court poet and harper to the Kavanaghs of Ossory in the south east of Ireland and both he and Eileanóir, the daughter of his patron, were in love with each other. They eloped because her father had arranged for her to be married to someone else. All of the wedding guests, of course, thought Cearbhall, the wedding entertainer, was speaking and singing gibberish that day when in fact he was communicating with Eileanóir in the piece and asking her to elope with him, suggesting certain meeting places and hiding places.

There is some evidence in support of the song’s antiquity: elements in its text connect the song with the literary form known as the crosántacht, a type of verse-making, comprising verse and prose, or singing and reciting. This kind of comic or satiric poetry was favoured by the court-jesters of medieval times.

It also seems like an early form of the modern-day rap!

Cearbhall Ó Dálaigh is reputed to be the composer. It has been in oral tradition ever since in Connemara.

The recording is from a live concert in the O’Reilly Hall in UCD in 1999.

Composed by Trad. Arr. Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1997

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals and spoken part, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony and guitar, Heather Innes, vocal harmony, Tony Hunter, percussion, Seán McKay, keyboards.

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Lyrics for Seachrán Chearbhaill (The Ramblings of Carrule)

Agus lá breá dá ndeacha mise a’ breathnú ar an spéirbhean bhreá,

Mar b’shiúid í ainnirín na malaí ‘gus na ngealchrobh lámh.

Bhí a grua mar an balla le go mbreactar air an t-aol mar bhláth,

Is a seang-mhalaí searca a nglaoitear ar an fhaontsúil bhreá.

Ó bhí siúd aici, deir Peadar más (a) fíor le rá

Ó rós-bhéilín tanaí le caiseal agus toinnbhéal tláth

Bhí pingin insan mhaide aici ‘s dhá leith-phinghin eile anuas ar a’ chlár,

Ní raibh fáil aici ar an chluiche údan ó mhaidin nó go n-éiríodh an lá.

Muise, an gcluineann sibhse mise libh, a chailíní na sráide údan thiar

A’ bhfuil mé i ngean oraibh le fada is mé faoi ghrásta Dé?

Tabhair an scéala uaim chuici agus aithris dí nach taobh léi atáim

Mar go bhfuil sin bean eile le fada a’ mo chloí le grá

A’ bhfuil lán doirne domhaine ins gach buinne dá dlaoi-fholt bhreá

Nó an bhfuil siad ina gcodladh mar is mithid daoibh m’úrscéal a fháil.

Dár seo ‘gus dár siúd – is é an t-úrscéal a bhí ansiúd ná triúr

bodachaí i dtús Earraigh a chuaigh ar thóir mónadh, iad fhéin

agus an dá mhadaí con a bhí acu. Chuaigh siad ag iarraidh cead

coilleadh ar a’ Choirbíneach agus thug sé sin daofa.Chroch siad

leofa a bpéire tuannaí cúl-ramhra béal-tanaí.

Dhearmad siad a ‘tapaidh ach thugadar a’ mí-thapaidh leo.

Bhriseadar na giairsí (giarsaí) ach lig siad na maidí rámha leis a ‘tsruth.

Muise ar arraingeacha eagailte domh-sa nó pianta báis,

Mar atá mé ‘a mo stancadh ag an arraing ‘tá dhul fríd mo lár

Ó b’fhearr liom seal fada ‘bheinn ag breathnú ar a’ méin-chnis bhreá

Is dá bréagadh go maidin cé go mb’aor sin domh a leithéid a rá.

Dár seo ‘gus dár siúd – is é an t-úrscéal a bhí ansiúd ná Cormaic

Mac Airt mac Choinn Mac Thréanmhór uí Bhaoiscne a chuaigh ag tomhais

na léim ag binne brice bua a bhí i mBinn Éadain Mhic Éata Mhic Amhalghaidh,

an áit a dtáinig an chéad loing is an céad laoch go hÉirinn ariamh.

Órú dheamhan sin gort socair nach i bhfogus dó ‘tá nóinín fraoigh

Agus dheamhan sin an loch ar bith gan abhainn ‘bheith ‘gabháil uaithi síos.

Tá an reithe seo ar sodair gus níl aon chónaí faoi

Is ní minic a tháinig sonas gan ann donas ‘bheith in orlaí fríd.

Dár seo ‘gus dár siúd – is é an t-úrscéal a bhí ansiúd ná reithe mór mo

mháthar móire a chuaigh siar sa teampall ag réabadh amach “déascannaí”.

Mara dtige siad roimhe reithe mór mo mháthar móire déanfaidh sé an deabhal

sa teampall mhór.

(i)

Má théann tú thart siar (ansin) chuig an tsean-bheainín bhéasach

A bhfuil aici scata de pháistí bréagach’

Cuimil do bhosa go sleamhain dá n-éadáin

Fainic an lochtofá tada dá dtréartha

Is an waigéaró wéaro, is í an chraoibhín gheal donn.

(ii)

Má théann tú thart siar (ansin) in ascal a’ tomáin

Fainic tú féin ar eas údan Shiobháin

Báthadh dhá chaora inti minseach is mionnán

Capall Uí Dhomhnaill a chú is a ghearrán

Is an waigéaró wéaró, is í an chraoibhín gheal donn.

Méiltí Cheann Dubhrann (Sand Dunes of Ranafast)

The emigrant sits the night before his departure with tear-filled eyes, memories from the past flooding into his mind: the home-place, his childhood, old friends. The knowledge that he is probably never going to return again makes his departure all the more poignant.

The sand dunes are always a delight, always uplifting to the heart, especially on a summer’s evening when the setting sun paints a warm glow over the claddagh. This is where his childhood was spent, in blissful innocence, from the rocking of the cradle to the herding of cattle by the edge of the sea…but now it’s one hundred farewells… forever.

Words: Seamus Ó Grianna [“Máire”] as Rann na Feirste; music: traditional. Arrangement: Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh.

The recording is from a live concert in the O’Reilly Hall in UCD in 1999.

Composed by Seamus Ó Grianna [“Máire”], Arr. Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh (1997)

Composed: 1997

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony.

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Lyrics for Méiltí Cheann Dubhrann (Sand Dunes of Ranafast)

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, sibh a thógfadh domh cian,

Tráthnóna sa tsamhradh nuair a luigheas an ghrian;

Is aoibhinn do chladaigh d’oíche ‘s de ló

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, céad slán libh go deo!

‘Sna Méilt’ údaí a chaith mé seal aoibhinn gan gruaim,

Is mé ag buachailleacht eallaigh ar imeall a’ chuain

Is ann a bogadh mo chliabhán nuair a bhí mé beag óg,

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, céad slán libh go deo!

Nár mhéanar a bheith ann muna mbínn ann ach lá

‘S mé ag amharc ar an fhaoilean ‘na luí ar a ‘tsnámh

Bheadh aoibhneas agus aiteas, bheadh spórt agus greann

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, céad slán libh go deo!

‘S nach trua mise amárach ‘s mé gabháil eadar dhá dtír

Is sléibhte na coigrích ‘cur cumhaidh ar mo chroí

Béidh mo roscaí mar a’ shruthán ag síor-shileadh deor

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, céad slán libh go deo.

Tá néalta na maidine ar breacadh sa spéir

Tá na coilligh ag scairtigh le bánú an lae

Tá an soitheach ag fanacht in imeall a’ cheoigh

‘S a Mhéiltí Cheann Dubhrann, céad slán libh go deo!

Bean an Fhir Rua (The Red-Haired Man’s Wife)

This song/story used to be known the length and breadth of Ireland throughout the 18^th and 19^th centuries, and maybe even earlier. Such was its popularity that it continued to interest people in English translations in places where the Irish language had all but died out. The song and the story of Bean an Fhir Rua, and other song/stories of this kind, have somehow become separated. Such is the extent of this separation that many versions of the song can still be heard sung today, in Connemara, Donegal and elsewhere, yet the story itself is virtually untold. There are printed versions of course.

Seoirse’s rendering here is to re-establish the link between the song and the story by weaving musical aspects of the melody into the telling section. It’s a first in the Irish tradition.

The recording is from a live concert in the O’Reilly Hall in UCD in 1999.

Composed by Trad. song/story from Donegal arranged and adapted by Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh.

Composed: 1997

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals and speaking voice, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony, Tony Hunter, percussion

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Lyrics for Bean an Fhir Rua (The Red-Haired Man’s Wife)

(Neos) táilliúir óg aerach mé ‘déanamh éadaigh i dtoigh an fhir ruaidh

Agus thug mo chroí spéis don tsíbhean ba bhinne ná an chuach,

Agus thug mo chroí spéis dá béilín meala gan ghruaim,

Ó’s a charaid mo chléibh’ dá n-éalófá liom ón fhear rua!

Nuair a théim-se suas ar cuairt go Condae na Mí

Agus cluinim an fear rua dá lua le rúnsearc mo chroí,

Nuair a chluinim níl aon suaimhneas ná aon néal de chodladh na hoích’

Gurb í Bean an Fhir Ruaidh a rinn’ gual dubh in aice mo chroí.

A bhruinneal gan smál ‘bhfuil na dealraíocha deasa in do ghruaidh

An feasach domh ní ar bith a chloífeadh aigne an fhir ruaidh

Ní cheilim-se ar aon neach, cad é an fáth a bhfuil orm a’ ghruaim

Is i gcoinne an Eaglais is bráithre is í grá mo chroí Bean an Fhir Ruaidh.

Tá crann insan gharraí a bhfásann air an bláth buí

‘S nuair a leagaim mo lámh air is láidir nach scoilteann mo chroí

Is ní iarrfainn féin aon spás ar an Ard-Rí (a)tá i bhFlaitheas na Naomh

Ach (an) aon phóg amháin is (í) á fáil ó Bhean an Fhir Ruaidh.

Ó, rachaidh mé síos seal míosa nó coicíse ar cuairt

‘Gus ní phillfidh mé aníos nó go síntear mo chaolchorp san uaigh

Ó, dochtúirí an domhain is ní leaghasfadh siad mise ar an uaigh

Ach aon amharc amháin is é á fháil ó Bhean an Fhir Ruaidh.

Nár fhága mé an saol seo a choíche ‘s nár cháille mé an greann

Go raibh mé is mo mhian gos íseal faoi bharra na mbeann,

‘S gan aon neach ‘bheith ar na gaobhair ach Brighid i measc dhuilliúr na gcrann,

Is a’ fear ruaidh ‘bheith sínte i gCill Bhríde (a)gus leac os a cheann!

Dónall agus Mòrag

Traditional song from Rathlin Island, Co. Antrim, using a mixture of Irish Gaelic and Scottish Gàidhlig. It tells of the ructions at the wedding of a Scottish lass and an Irish lad. The island delicacy at the feast is sgarbh (cormorant)!

Recorded in Balnain House, Inverness (1998).

Composed by Trad. Arr. Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1995

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony & bodhrán, Bob Palor, percussion

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Lyrics for Dónall agus Mòrag

Bhí mórán daoine uaisle ann

Is tuatanaigh na hAlban ann

Bhí máistir scoile ‘san ministir ann

‘s an dlíghadóir Mac Cormaic ann

Curfá: Dónall ‘sé Dónall

‘sé Dónall a rinn’ a’ bhainis

Dónall agus Mòrag a rinn’ a’ bhainis ainmeil

Bhí cearc ann is bhí gé ann

Bhí scór is dúisín sgarbh ann

‘S a mhéid de éanlaith a bhí ann

Is í an chearc an t-éan a b’fhearr bhí ann

Bhí ól ann is bhí ceol ann

‘gus chuile sheoirt de cheoltóir ann

Bhí triúr de lucht na fidile ann

Ag seinm ceoil go maidin ann

Bhí an dí go fiall ‘s go fairsing ann

Bhí brandaí, fíon is bainne ann

Bhí poitín still is “take your fill”

Go leor do gach mac Éireann ann.

Bhí mórán daoine uaisle ann

Is tuatanaigh na hAlban ann

Bhí máistir scoile ‘san ministir ann

‘s an dlíghadóir Mac Cormaic ann

Is Fhada Leam an Oidhche Gheamhraidh (Long to Me is the Winter’s Night)

The poet Murdo Mac Farlane (1901-1982) left his native Lewis on the west coast of Scotland and emigrated to Canada. He finds the winter nights on the prairie cold, long, lonely and uneventful. Looking for solace he imagines that he can hear the ebbing tide on his island shore. Tears flood his eyes when he thinks of old friends, of good company, of the céilithe and the music.

Recorded in Balnain House, Inverness (1998).

Composed by Murdo Mac Farlane (1901-1982) Arrangement: Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh (1993)

Composed: 1993

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals & guitar, Heather Innes, vocal harmony,

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Lyrics for Is Fhada Leam an Oidhche Gheamhraidh (Long to Me is the Winter’s Night)

‘S fhada leam an oidhche gheamhraidh

‘S fhada ‘s fhada ‘s fhada leam i

‘s o chan fhaic ach préiridh lom ann;

Chan chluinn tonn a tigh ‘ann gu tràigh mi

Séisd:

Fáili, fáili, fáili óro

‘s cian nan cian bho dh’fhàg mi Leódhas

‘Nàm don fheasgar bhith ri ciaradh

‘S tric a bhios mo chridhe cianail

Cùimhneachadh g’eil cian nan cian uam

Far ‘m bu mhiann leam dhol a chéilidh

Ach càite, càite nochd an téid mi?

Chan ‘eil céilidh air a’phréiridh

‘S o chan fhaic mi ‘n àm dhomh éirigh

‘N àirde ‘g éirigh ceò na mònach

Pilleadh chun Oileáin (Returning to the Island)

A stormy night… the fishing boats return…soon it’s the warm glow of the inside of the tavern where turf fires blaze brightly and pretty barmaids dispense copious draughts of uisce beatha to the fishermen of the island. And just when the company is settling down to an oíche go maidin by the fireside, to a night of music, song, story and laughter, yet another well-loved character crosses the threshold ….Hiúdaí Bhriain Eoghain!

Composed by Pádraig Ó Baoighill & Ned Curran. Arrangement: Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1993

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion, Aodh Mac Ruairí, vocal harmony, Heather Innes, vocal harmony, Mike Cosgrave, keyboards, guitar,

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Lyrics for Pilleadh chun Oileáin (Returning to the Island)

Curfá:

Líon muid na gloiní ‘gus líon muid na cártaí,

‘Gus d’ól muid ár sáith i dtoigh Hiúdaí Sheáin Óig

Bhí an géarbhach ‘s an bháisteach amuigh ar na sclátaí

Nuair isteach ar a’ táirseach tháinig Hiúdaí Bhriain Eoghain.

É féin is a bhaicle a’ tarraingt ón choigchríoch

A brath dhul chun oileáin is an oíche mar bhí

Ach bhí an géarbhach ‘s an bháisteach róthrom ag na rámhaí

‘S chaith siad a gceirtlín in íochtar a ‘toigh.

Bhí tine mhór mhónadh chomh croíúil is chomh craosach

‘S na gloiní a’ loinnriú go cíocrach os ár gcomhair

Bhí an portar mar uachtar is an leann go deas cumhra

‘S an bhruinneall dheas álainn ag síor-dháileadh beoir.

Tharraing muid ar a’ chlúdaigh ‘s na gloiní ‘nár gcrúba

Is d’ordaigh muid póitín de bhunadh Bhriain Eoghain

A leithéid d’oíche a theacht chun na tíre

‘S gan críostaí ar na gaobhair ó mhaidin go neoin.

Tháinig ainnir dheas álainn go caoin ‘s go mánla

‘S a gruaig dheas fhionn-bhán anuas lena gruaidh

Chuir sí na gloiní anuas ar na clárthaí

“Bíodh an deoch sin ar bord ó Hiúdaí Sheáin Óig”

Bhí róisteacha gaoithe ‘s an fharraige a’ búirthigh

Bhí an t-oileán faoi smúid dhubh amuigh ins an cheo

Ní fhéadfadh mac máthara dhul amach ins an oíche

Ach bhí féile ‘gus fáilte ‘dtoigh Hiúdaí Sheáin Óig.

Thoisigh na scéaltaí is an seanchas ón choigchríoch

Ceol agus amhráin agus glionndar go leor

Ach fág mar atá sé ‘gus spreidheamh ar an aimsir

Beidh óiche go maidin ‘dtoigh Hiúdaí Sheáin Óig.

The Flower of Magherally O

Magherally in Co. Down was the ancestral home of the Brontë (O’Pronty) family. I often wondered if Charlotte and Emily’s father Patrick ever heard the song in his childhood. The recording here is from a broadcast on WDR in Cologne, Germany, in 1998.

Composed by Trad. arranged and adapted by Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1998

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals and guitar, Andreas Völlmecke, guitar

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Lyrics for The Flower of Magherally O

One pleasant Summer’s morning

when all the flowers were springing O,

Nature was adorning and the wee

birds sweetly singing O,

I met my love near Banbridge town,

my charming blue-eyed Sally O,

She’s the queen of the County Down

the Flower of Magherally O.

With admiration I did gaze

upon this blue-eyed maiden O,

Adam wasn’t half so much pleased,

when he met Eve in Eden O,

Her skin was like the lily white,

that grows in yonder valley O,

She’s my queen and my heart’s delight

the Flower of Magherally O.

Her yellow hair in ringlets clung,

her shoes were Spanish leather O,

Her bonnet with blue ribbons strung

her scarlet cap and feather O,

Like Venus bright she did appear

my charming blue-eyed Sally O,

She’s the girl that I adore

the Flower of Magherally O.

I hope the day will surely come,

when we’ll join hands together O,

It’s then I’ll bring my darling home,

in spite of wind or weather O,

And let them all say what they will,

and let them reel and rally O,

For I shall wed the girl I love,

the Flower of Magherally O.

The Moving On Song (Go! Move! Shift!)

A Ewan McColl song. The link piece in the song is a Breton dance tune that Seoirse inserted to give a more Romany feel to the piece.

Recorded in London (1995).

Composed by Ewan McColl, arranged and adapted by Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh.

Composed: 1995

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals and guitar, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion & pipes, Heather Innes, vocal harmony

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Lyrics for The Moving On Song (Go! Move! Shift!)

Born in the middle of the afternoon

In a horse-drawn carriage on the old A5.

The big twelve-wheeler shook me bed

“You can’t stay here” the policeman said.

“You’d better get born in some place else”

Move along, get along,

Go! Move! Shift!”

Born on the common by a building site

Where the ground was rutted by the trail of wheels

The local Christians said to me

“You’ll lower the price of property.

You’d better get born in some place else”

Born at tatie lifting time

In an old fold tent by a tatie field

The farmer said “The work’s all done,

It’s time that you was movin’on.

You’d better get born in some place else”

Born at the back of a hawthorn hedge

Where white hoar frost lay on the ground.

No eastern kings came bearing gifts

Instead the order came to shift.

“You’d better get born in some place else”

The eastern sky was full of stars

But one shone brighter than the rest

The wise men came so stern and strict

And brought the orders to evict.

“You’d better get born in some place else”

Wagon, tent or trailer born

Last year, last month or in far off days

Born here or a thousand mile away

There’s always men nearly who’ll say

“You’d better get born in some place else.

Move along, get along,

Move along, get along

Go! Move! Shift!”

The Bonny Black Hare

The source of this unusual song was an Irish labourer called “Mr. Morrow” who sang it in Walberswick, Suffolk, in 1938. The time signature is a rare one: 9/8 (3+3+3) and “mixed” 8/8 (3+2+3). Seoirse says he was more interested in the musical challenge of such an unusual item than its saucy lyrics. Nobody believes him.

Recorded in London (1995).

Composed by Trad. arranged and adapted by Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh

Composed: 1995

Musicians

Seoirse Ó Dochartaigh, lead vocals & guitar, Steáfán Hannigan, percussion, Heather Innes, vocal harmony

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Lyrics for The Bonny Black Hare

On the fourteenth of May at the dawn of the day

With me gun on me shoulder to the wood I did stray

In search of some game if the weather proved fair

To see could I get a shot at the bonny black hare.

Oh, I met a young girl her with the face of a rose

Her skin was as fair as the lily that grows

I said “me fair maiden why ramble you so

Can you tell me where the bonny black hare do go?”

Oh, the answer she gave me, her answer was “No,

“But under me apron they say it do go

And if you’ll not deceive me oh I vow and declare

We’ll both go toghe’r to shoot the bonny black hare.

Oh, I laid this girl down with her face to the skies

I took out me ramrod and me bullets likewise

I said “Lock your legs round me and dig in with your heels

For the closer we get, love, the better it feels.”

Now the birds they were singing in the bushes and trees

And the song that they sang was “Oh she’s easy to please”

I felt her heart quiver and I knew what I’d done

Says I “Have you had enough of me old sporting gun?”

Oh, the answer she gave me her answer was “Nay,

It’s not often young sportsman that you come this way.

But if your powder is good and your bullets play fair

Why don’t you keep firing at me bonny black hare?”

“Oh, me powder is wasted and me bullets are gone,

Me ramrod is limber and I cannot fire on.

But I’ll be back in the morning and if you are still there

We’ll both go again to shoot the bonny black hare.”