One evening of late into Bandon I strayed I was bound for Clonakilty I was making me way At Ballinishcarthy some time I delayed For to wet me auld whistle with porter
Well I spate in me fist and I picked up me stick And up the coach road like a deer I did skip For I care not for bailiff landlord or auld Nick And sang like a lark in the morning
Well I scarcely had travelled one mile of the road When I heard a dispute in a farmers abode The son of the landlord an ill looking toad And the wife of the bold tenant farmer
He said what the devil's come over you all? Not one penny of rent at each time that I call By next October I'll settle you all For you'll have the high road for your garden
"A robber" the bold tenants wife she replied "You're as bad as your daddy on the other side But the National Land League will put down your pride For they're able to bear every storm
Its branches extend to country and town Protecting the tenants, their houses and ground I owe you twelve months and I'll give you one pound If you clear our receipts in the morning
When she spoke of the Land League his lips they grew pale Saying "What good have you done but be stuck into jail And the rent that you owe you must pay by next gale And believe me, we'll give you no quarter
Your husband I saw in the town just last night Drinking and shouting for poor tenants rights But the month of October we'll put you to flight To follow your friends o'er the water
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Well I spate in me fist and I picked up me stick And up the coach road like a deer I did skip For I care not for bailiff landlord or auld Nick And sang like a lark in the morning
Well I scarcely had travelled one mile of the road When I heard a dispute in a farmers abode The son of the landlord an ill looking toad And the wife of the bold tenant farmer
He said what the devil's come over you all? Not one penny of rent at each time that I call By next October I'll settle you all For you'll have the high road for your garden
"A robber" the bold tenants wife she replied "You're as bad as your daddy on the other side But the National Land League will put down your pride For they're able to bear every storm
Its branches extend to country and town Protecting the tenants, their houses and ground I owe you twelve months and I'll give you one pound If you clear our receipts in the morning
When she spoke of the Land League his lips they grew pale Saying "What good have you done but be stuck into jail And the rent that you owe you must pay by next gale And believe me, we'll give you no quarter
Your husband I saw in the town just last night Drinking and shouting for poor tenants rights But the month of October we'll put you to flight To follow your friends o'er the water
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