Bunclody

Oh were I at the moss house

Where the birds do increase

By the foot of Mount Leinster

Or some silent place

By the streams of Buncloudy

Where all pleasures do meet

And all that I ask is

One kiss from you sweet

Oh the streams of Buncloudy

They flow down to the sea

By the streams of Buncloudy

I am longing to be

A-drinking stong liquor

At the height of my cheer

Here's a health to Buncloudy

And the lass I love dear

Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird

And she sings as she flies

She brings us glad tidings

And she tells us no lies

She sucks all of the small birds' eggs

Just to make her voice clear

And the more she sings cuckoo

The summer draws near

If I were a clerk

And I could write a good hand

I would write to my true love

So that she'd understand

That I am a young fellow

Who is wounded in love

Once I lived in Buncloudy

But now must remove

So farewell to my father

And my mother adieu

To my sister and my brother

Farewell unto you

I am bound out for America

My fortune to try

When I think on Buncloudy

I am ready to die