The Bantry Girl
As I was going to Bantry, on a market day
I met a Bantry girl treading along the way
Her business was to market with butter, milk and cheese
And we jogged along quite merry, me lads, sing fol-de-diddly-dee.
We sang along quite merry, me lads, together side by side
Till this Bantry lass, her garter came untied
For fear that she should lose it, she unto me did say
Oh, my garter is untied, me lads, sing fol-de-diddly-day.
I took her to the undergrowth, the grass grew very high
I put this lassie on her back, her garter for to tie
With the tying of her garter, such sights I never did see
And we jogged along quite merry, me lads, sing fol-de-diddly-dee.
Oh, since you've had your will of me, pray tell me what's your name?
What's your occupation, and whence and where you came?
My name is Jack the Rover, I live in the town of Ardee
And I live at the signs of the ups and downs, sing fol-de-diddly-dee.
Well, this lassie missed her market, her butter was unsold
But with the losing of her maidenhead, it grieved her heart more sore
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, she said, he's not the lad for me
And he lives at the signs of the ups and downs, sing fol-de-diddly-dee.
