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作曲 : Derek Warfield |
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And sure I was told for to come to your honor |
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To see would you write a few lines to me Pat? |
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For he's gone for a soldier, is Mr. O'Conner, |
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With a stripe on his arm and a band in his hat. |
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And what'll I tell him? Sure it must be easy |
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For the likes of yourself who can speak with a pen. |
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Well, tell him I'm well and avourneen me Daisy |
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The baby, your honor, is better again. |
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When he went to the war, so sick was me darlin' |
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She never lit up her blue eyes to his face. |
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And when I'd be cryin', he'd look at me wild-like |
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And ask would I ask for my country's disgrace. |
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So he left me in danger, and me sorely grievin' |
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And followed the green flag with an Irishman's joy. |
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And it's often I dream of the big guns a-beating |
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And a bullet gone straight through the heart of me boy. |
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And sure I was told for to come to your honor |
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To see would you write a few lines to me Pat? |
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For he's gone for a soldier, is Mr. O'Conner, |
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With a stripe on his arm and a band in his hat. |
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And what'll I tell him? Sure it must be easy |
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For the likes of yourself who can speak with a pen. |
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Well tell him I'm well and avourneen me Daisy |
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The baby, your honor, is better again. |
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Go tell him to send us a few cents and dollars |
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For the rent and the doctor's bill due in a week. |
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But sure, there's a teardrop in your eyelids, your honor. |
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In faith, I'd no right with such freedom to speak. |
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Now I'm over such triflin'; I'll give no more trouble. |
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I'll find someone willin'... oh what can it be? |
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What's that in the paper you're foldin' up double? |
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Your honor, don't hide it but read it to me. |
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Dead Patrick O'Connor? Oh, God, it's some other! |
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Shot dead sure a week, it has scarcely gone by! |
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And the kiss on the cheek of the sorrowing mother |
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It hasn't had time yet, your honor, to dry! |
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Shot dead in the battle! Oh, God! am I crazy? |
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Sure it's breakin' my heart that you're telling me so. |
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And what in the world will become of my Daisy? |
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And what can I do now, oh where can I go? |
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And sure I was told for to come to your honor |
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To see would you write a few lines to me Pat? |
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For he's gone for a soldier, is Mr. O'Connor, |
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With a stripe on his arm and a band in his hat. |
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And what'll I tell him? Sure it must be easy |
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For the likes of yourself who can speak with a pen. |
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Well, tell him I'm well and avourneen me Daisy |
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The baby, your honor, is better again. |
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This room is so dark; I'm not seeing your honor. |
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I think I'll go home and sob hard and cry. |
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Then uprose from the table young Mary O'Connor, |
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But never a teardrop swelled up in her eye. |
