Historical Folk Lyrics
"Ballynamony"

Wherever I'm going, and all the day long,
At home and abroad, or alone in a Throng,
I find that my Passion's so lively and strong,
That your Name when I'm silent still runs in my Song.

Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro,
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,

Since the first Time I saw you, I take no repose,
I sleep all the Day to forget half my Woes:
So strong is the Flame in my Bosom that glows,
By St. Patrick, I fear it will burn thro' my Cloaths.

Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro,
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,

By my Soul, I'm afraid I shall die in my Grave
Unless you comply, and poor Phelim will save;
Then grant the Petition your Lover doth crave,
Who never was free till you made him your slave.

Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro,
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,

On that happy Day when I make you my Bride,
With a swinging long Sword, how I'll strut and I'll stride!
In a Coach and six Horses with my Honey I'll ride,
As before you I walk to the Church by your side.

Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro,
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,