The Boys of Mullaghbawn

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A great old song, “The Boys of Mullaghbawn” is featured in the Spring 2007 issue of our journal, Treoir.

The Boys of Mullaghbawn

On a Monday morning early as my wandering steps did take me
Down by a farmer’s station of meadow and green lawn,
I heard a great lamentation that the wee birds they were making
Saying ‘We’ll have no more engagements with the boys of Mullaghbawn.’

Squire Jackson was unequalled for honour and for reason
He never turned a traitor nor betrayed the rights of man,
But now we are in danger from a vile, deceiving stranger
Who has ordered transportation for the boys of Mullaghbawn.

For roving and for rambling, for sporting and for gambling,
There was none could equal Francheen, young Neil or gallant John
But harsh, oppressive landlords, most cruelly they have acted
And sent our boys in transport from the hills of Mullaghbawn.

As those heroes crossed the ocean I’m told the ship in motion
Did start in wild commotion, as if the seas ran dry,
The trout and salmon gaping, as the cuckoo left his station
Saying ‘Farewell to dear old Erin and the hills of Mullaghbawn’

Now to end my lamentation, we are all in consternation
For want of education I now must end my song.
Since without justification or due consideration
They were sent for transportation from the hills of Mullaghbawn.

1 March 2007
The Boys of Mullaghbawn
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