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£ £ Our ship she may in Biscay's Bay lie low beneath the tide£ £ If I should fall by cannon ball, or sink beneath the sea£ £ Good people all, a tear let fall and mourn for mine and me£ £ If God should spare me my greying hair and bring me back again£ £ I'd love far more my Antrim shore, its dark blue hills and rain£ £ Around the fires, my heart's desires, heaven grant till life shall fail