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The Croppy Boy
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It was early, early all in the spring The birds did whistle and sweetly sing Changing their notes from tree to tree And the song they sang was Old Ireland free It was early early all in the night The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright The yeoman cavalry were my downfall I was taken prisoner by Lord Cornwall As I was walking up Wexford Street My own first cousin I chanced to meet; My own first cousin did me betray And for one bare guinea sold my life away As I was walking up Wexford Hill Oh who could blame me to cry my fill? I looked behind, and I looked before But my tender mother I could see no morе And as I was mounted on the scaffold high My own dear fathеr was standing by; My aged father did me deny And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy It was in Dungannon this young man died In Pa**age East his body lies So all good people who do pa** by Just shed a tear for the Croppy Boy
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