Oh, who will plough the fields now or who will sow the corn?
And who will mind the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn?
The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain
Since Johnny's went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain

Oh, the girls from the Bawnogue in sorrow may retire
And the pipers and his bellows go home and blow the fire
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o'er the main
Along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain

And the boys will surely miss him when Moneymore comes 'round
And they'll find that their bold captain is nowhere to be found
And the peelers must stand idle, all against their will and main
Since the gallant boys who gave them work now peels the King of Spain

At wakes or hurling matches your likes we'll never see
'Til you come back to us again a stor gra geal mo chroi
And won't you thrash the buckeens that show us much disdain
Because our eyes are not so bright as those you'll meet in Spain

If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return
His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn
We'll resign ourselves to our sad lot and die in grief and pain
Since Johnny died for Ireland's pride in the foreign land of Spain

Oh, who will plough the fields now or who will sow the corn?
And who will mind the sheep now and keep them neatly shorn?
The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain
Since Johnny's went a-thrashing the dirty king of Spain

The stack that's in the haggard, unthrashed it may remain
Since Johnny's went a-thrashing to fight the king of Spain


Bantry: een kustplaats in Zuid-Ierland
Bawnogue: een landhuis waar je kunt verblijven