Streams Of Bunclody

Author Unknown

Oh the streams of Bunclody they flow down so free
By the streams of Bunclody I’m longing to be
a-drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer
Here’s health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear

The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies
It brings us good tidings, and tells us no lies
It sucks the young birds’ eggs to make it’s voice clear
And the more it cries cuckoo the summer draws near

If I was a clerk and write a good hand
I would write to my true love that she might understand
For I am a young fellow who in love
Once I lived in Bunclody, but now must remove

If I was a lark and had wings and I could fly
I would fly to yon arbour where my true love she does lie
I’d fly to yon arbour where my true true love does lie
And on her fond bosom contented I would die

‘Tis why my love slights me, as you may understand
That she has a freehold and I have no land
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold
And everything fitting a house to uphold

So fare you well father and my mother, adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you
I am bound for America my fortune to try
When I think on Bunclody I’m ready to die