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22 Sep 10 - 06:04 AM (#2991324) Subject: Lyr Add: THE BUCK FROM BONANE From: GUEST Hi all, I'm trying to track the words of the Buck from Bonane. I have found these, but it looks like there might be a verse missing. Anyone able to help? I used to sing it as a child, but can't remember it all now! Ye lads and gay lassies I'll claim your attention Until I will tell you what happened to those Who left Ballingeary on the 15th. of August And went back to Borlin in search of a goat. They travelled Coom Rua and the wild cliffs of Maolach From Faill a'Staicín and through sweet Leaca Bán Through the raes of Muing Mór and the high tops of Borlin They never cried stop till they came to Bunán. When they saw this bold hero they thought him quite pleasing Said Carthy to Sheehan get fast on his throat Cotter and Creedon they ran up most pleasing And soon on his horns they placed a strong rope. Homewards they started with hearts full of motion No doubt they were dry when they came to Gougane They put this bold ranger quite safe in a car house And drank up the health of the buck from Bunán. When they walked out after drinking some porter In that hotel of Cronins at lonely Gougane They came to the place where they left this bold ranger But no doubt by that time he was half ways to Bunán. They commenced shouting and loudly were bawling The company all they began for to sigh They said to each other we must look for another Or the goats of our place will surely go dry. When the buck got his liberty out of the car house He cocked up his tail and he puffed with his nose He ran back the field like any young racehorse Thanking James Leary for letting him go. He went back to Maolach and slept in a Bealick Because it was too late for him to go home. Early next morning he started for Borlin No doubt he was laughing when he thought of his course. On his way backwards he met with the Tacker Who bid him good morrow, where were you , you rogue? I was taken eastwards by the wild Ballingearys And they will see me no more or either the rope. As we spoke of this hero it is time for us praise him I will tell you his age, it was scarcely sixteen. His size was enormous, he was shaped and well formed And very well armed with horns indeed. His eyes they were shining like two sparkling diamonds His meigeall so fine hanging down to his knees. With age he was brown, his limbs they were sound. And in front of his mouth had a set of fine teeth. So now me brave boys an advice I will give you If ever again you will want a Buck goat Go back to Murt Shea, to the owner that owns them And pay him down cash in both silver and gold. And when you come back to that hotel of Cronins Get someone to hold him in lonely Gougane And now in conclusion I think I'll give over And sing you no more of the Buck from Bunán. |
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22 Sep 10 - 07:54 AM (#2991368) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Buck from Bonane From: GUEST,^&* There's a version in "The First Book of Irish Ballads" by Daniel O'Keefe (1955). It's a little shorter (11 verses) but otherwise differs only in minor detail. |
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22 Sep 10 - 08:04 AM (#2991371) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Buck from Bonane From: GUEST I can't get my hands on the book, though I've tried this morning. I must see if I can get one online somewhere. |