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BOLD TENANT FARMER One evening of late into Bandon I strayed, Down by Clonakilty was making my way. At Ballinascarthy, some time I delayed, And I wet my old whistle with porter. So I spit on my fist and I raised up my stick, And down the coach road like a deer I did lep[?]. I fear neither bailiffs, landlords or Old Nick, And I sang like the lark in the morning. Diddly aidel dul daidel dul daidel dul day, Diddly aidel dul daidel dul daidel dul day, Darum diddly aidel dul daidel dul day, And I sang like the lark in the morning. I scarcely had traveled one mile up the road When I heard a dispute in the farmer's abode, The son of the landlord, an ill-looking toad, And the wife of the bold tenant farmer. Oh what in the devil come over you all? When I ask for the rent sure, I get none at all. At the next sessions you'll pay for it all. You'll take the high road to Dungarvan. Oh, hurrah for the bold farmer's wife, she replied, You're worse than your daddy on the other side, Our National Land League will pull down your pride, For its able to brave any storm. Oh, your husband was drinking in town last night, Shouting and bawling for bold tenants' rights. Our plan of campaign it will give you a fright. For he'll never bear all our storm. Oh, if he was drinking, what's that to you? I'd rather he drinks it than gives it to you! You skinny old miser, you're not worth a chew! And your mossy old land is no bargain. Then I shouted, "hooray," and she shouted, "yoo-hoo"! And across the green fields like Old Nick he then flew. Crying God help the landlord and old Ireland too. Agus fagiamis suid mar ata se. Sung by Joe Heany for Ewan McColl and Peggy Seeger in 1964, not It is a part of the same interview as the recent CD "Road from Connemara," but is not included on the CD @Irish @farm filename[ BOLDTNNT XX |
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