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30 Years A-Greying: DISC 1,
Oh who will plough the fields now
And who will sow the corn
And who will watch the sheep now
And have them nicely shorn
And the stack that's in the haggard
Unthrashed it may remain
Since Johnny went a trashing
The far off king of Spain
Oh the girls from the Banóg
In sorrow may retire
And the piper and his bellows
For Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went sailing o'er the main
A long with other patriots
To fight the king of Spain
Now the boys will sorely miss him
When money more comes round
And grieve that there bold captain
Is nowhere to be found
The peelers must stand idle
Against there will and grain
For the valiant boy who gave them work
Now fights the king of Spain
At wakes and hurling matches
Your likes we'll never see
Till you come back to us again
Mo stóirín óg mo chroí
And once you trounce the buckeens
That show us much disdain
Because our eyes are not as bright
As those you'll find in Spain
Oh if cruel fate should 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
