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 &n编辑于2009/06/11更新