Burl Ives - Nell Flaherty's Drake



Oh my name it is Nell and the truth for to tell

I come from Cootehill which I'll never deny

I had a fine drake and I'd die for his sake

That me grandmother left me and she goin' to die

The dear little fellow his legs they were yellow

He could fly like a swallow or swim like a hake

Till some dirty savage to grease his white cabbage

Most wantonly murdered me beautiful drake 



Now his neck it was green almost fit to be seen

He was fit for a queen of the highest degree

His body was white, and it would you delight

He was plump, fat, and heavy and brisk as a bee

He was wholesome and sound, he would weigh twenty pound

And the universe round I would roam for his sake

Bad luck to the robber be he drunk or sober

That murdered Nell Flaherty's beautiful drake 



May his spade never dig, may his sow never pig

May each hair in his wig be well trashed with the flail

My his door never latch, may his roof have no thatch

May his turkeys not hatch, may the rats eat his meal

May every old fairy from Cork to Dun Laoghaire

Dip him snug and airy in river or lake

That the eel and the trout they may dine on the snout

Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake 



May his pig never grunt, may his cat never hunt

May a ghost ever haunt him the dead of the night

May his hens never lay, may his horse never neigh

May his coat fly away like an old paper kite

That the flies and the fleas may the wretch ever tease

May the piercin' March breeze make him shiver and shake

May a lump of the stick raise the bumps fast and quick

On the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty's drake 



Well the only good news that I have to infuse

Is that old Paddy Hughes and young Anthony Blake

Also Johnny Dwyer and Corney Maguire

They each have a grandson of my darlin' drake

May treasure have dozens of nephews and cousins

And one I must get or me heart it will break

For to set me mind easy or else I'll run crazy

So ends the whole song of Nell Flaherty's drake