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O were I at the Moss House where the birds do increase
At the foot of Mount Leinster or some silent place
By the streams of Bunclody where all pleasures do meet
And all I would ask is one kiss from you sweet
The streams of Bunclody they flow down so free
By the streams of Bunclody I′m longing to be
A drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer
Here's a health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear
The cuckoo she′s a pretty bird she sings as she flies
She brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
She sucks the young bird's egg for to make her voice clear
And the more she cries cuckoo the summer is near
'Tis why my love left me as you may understand
For ′tis she has a freehold and I have no land
She has great store of riches and a large sum of gold
And everything fitting a house to uphold
So farewell my dear father and mother adieu
My sister and brother farewell unto you
I′m bound for Amerikay my fortune to try
When I think on Bunclody now I'm ready to die

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