Bonny Bonny Bonny, bonny was my seat in the red rosy yard
And bonny was my ship in the town of Ballynagard
Shade and shelter was for me till I began to fail
You all may guess now my distress lies near the Nightingale
Grief and woe that I must go to fight for England s King
I neither know his friend or foe, and war s a cruel thing
The nightingale is near at hand, my time at home is brief
And Carey s steams and mountain land I part with bitter grief
No more I ll walk the golden hills with Nancy by my side
Or dream along the sun bright rills, or view my land with pride
We sail away at dawn of day, the sails are ready set
When old Benmore I see no more, I ll sigh with deep regret
Now all must change and I must range across the ocean wide &nb