[ar:Cara Dillon]
[ti:Bonny Bonny]
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[00:05.92]Bonny Bonny
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[00:21.02]Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
[00:31.14]And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
[00:41.86]Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
[00:50.28]You all may guess now my distress
[00:55.88]lies near the Nightingale
[01:06.80]Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England’s King
[01:13.72]I neither know his friend or foe, and war’s a cruel thing
[01:21.04]The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
[01:28.06]And Carey’s steams and mountain land
[01:32.66]I part with bitter grief
[01:37.88]No more I’ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
[01:46.00]Or dream along the sun bright rills
[01:49.00]or view my land with pride
[01:53.02]We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
[02:00.04]When old Benmore I see no more, I’ll sigh with deep regret
[02:21.16]Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide
[02:28.08]Our ship she may in Biscay’s Bay lie low beneath the tide
[02:36.00]If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea
[02:43.02]Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me
[02:53.14]If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again
[03:00.06]I’d love far more my Antrim shore
[03:04.88]its dark blue hills and rain
[03:08.88]Around the fires, my heart’s desires
[03:12.68]heaven grant till life shall fail
[03:15.50]And keep me far from the cruel war and from the Nightingale
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