|
ÌýÌýÌý Cock-a-doodle-doo! Here I go again,
ÌýÌýÌý Out of bed sore and barely fed,
ÌýÌýÌý My hair is a mess and just look at my dress!
ÌýÌýÌýÌýÌý
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Milking cows and chasing hens
ÌýÌýÌýÌý I am at my wits end.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý The Lord and Lady of the grand hall
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Don’t want to hear of this at all.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý They only care for expensive sandals
ÌýÌýÌýÌý And not that I’ve run out of candles,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Oh no! I’ve got to bake the bread
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Or today I’ll surely lose my head.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý How I long for peace and quiet!
ÌýÌýÌýÌý The Banquet this week will be a riot.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Peasants, Lords and loyal knights
ÌýÌýÌýÌý In Carrickfergus it’ll be a rousing night.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý That blind Gaelic Harper is a charmer
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Not for me your English knight in armour.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Last night I heard him play Greensleeves!
ÌýÌýÌýÌý He says the strings do as they please.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý But an Ulsterman! My advances he does resist
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Sure they’re forever clenching fists.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Dark clouds are approaching,
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Cruel death and much encroaching.
ÌýÌýÌýÌý
ÌýÌýÌýÌý Oh! I have to make the ale!
ÌýÌý ÌýÌýAnd be sure to fill my harpers pail
ÌýÌýÌýÌý The herbs and gardens I need to tend
ÌýÌýÌýÌý And all my efforts on taxes spend!
ÌýÌýÌýÌý
|
