Wherever I'm going, and all the day long, At
home and abroad, or alone in a Throng, I find that my Passion's so lively and strong, That your Name when I'm silent
still runs in my Song.
Sing Ballynamony
ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro, Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,
Since the first Time I saw you, I
take no repose, I sleep all the Day to forget half my Woes: So strong is the Flame in my Bosom that glows, By St.
Patrick, I fear it will burn thro' my Cloaths.
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro, Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,
By
my Soul, I'm afraid I shall die in my Grave Unless you comply, and poor Phelim will save; Then grant the Petition your
Lover doth crave, Who never was free till you made him your slave.
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro, Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone
ho, ro,
On that happy Day when I make you my Bride, With a swinging long Sword, how I'll strut and I'll stride! In
a Coach and six Horses with my Honey I'll ride, As before you I walk to the Church by your side.
Sing Ballynamony ho, ro, Ballynamony ho, ro, Sing
Ballynamony ho, ro, O Ballynamone ho, ro,
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