Sweet County Wexford |
On Moniseed of a summer's morning, Our boys they halted a rest to take, When the ancient Britons, in their uniform, Upon Sliav Beag, a great show did make. The Gorey cavalry that day did join them, They were on a bloody bent, But soon our boys, they did engage them, They little thought that their glass was spent.
2. As they from Gorey set out that morning, | 3. 'Twas early, early on the next morning, To Ballarahan we took our way, To meet with Gowan and his cursed yeomen, To them it was a woeful day. Cowardly Gowan when he saw us coming, Turned round and away from us did run, Like a hunted fox he crossed over the rocks, When he saw the flash of a croppy's gun.
4. We then shot Chamny and Captain Dixon, |
5. Had we the wisdom to follow after, And not have tarried in Gorey town, We'd have saved the lives of many a martyr, That died in Arklow - God rest their souls. Success attend the sweet County Wexford, They are the boys that were ne'er afraid Of Ancient Britons nor bragging yeomen, But on such cowards great slaughter made. |