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Thread #169128 Message #4086949
Posted By: radriano
07-Jan-21 - 03:59 PM
Thread Name: Origins: The Nightingale (Bonny, Bonny)
Subject: Lyr Add: The Nightingale
Here's a lovely traditional Irish anti-war song that I learned from the singing of Frank Harte. You can hear Mr. Harte singing it himself here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jK9sXomuBGo
THE NIGHTINGALE
Oh, woeful was the day when I was pressed to sail afar And leave behind the girl I loved in the town of Balnagar The shady groves were my delight till I was forced to sail You all may guess at my distress, lying in the Nightingale
Oh, grief and woe that I must go and fight for England's king I do not know his friends or foes, and war's a cruel thing The Nightingale lies near at hand, my time, alas, is brief From purling streams and mountain rills I part with bitter grief
No more I'll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side Or stroll along the sun-bright rills and view my land with pride We sail away at dawn of day, our sails are ready set When old Ireland's shore I see no more I will sigh with deep regret
But all has changed and I must range across the ocean wide Our ship she may, in Biscay Bay be sunk beneath the tide If I should fall by cannonball or sink beneath the sea Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me
But if God should spare my greying hair and bring me back again I will love far more my Antrim shore, its dark blue hills and glens Around my fire but one desire, God grant till life shall fail To keep my far from cruel wars and from the Nightingale