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The Maid From Buncloudy (Traditional) Oh were I at the moss house Where the birds do increase By the foot of Mount Leinster Or some silent place By the streams of Buncloudy Where all pleasures do meet And all that I ask is One kiss from you sweet Oh the streams of Buncloudy They flow down to the sea By the streams of Buncloudy I am longing to be A-drinking stong liquor At the height of my cheer Here's a health to Buncloudy And the lass I love dear Oh the cuckoo is a pretty bird And she sings as she flies She brings us glad tidings And she tells us no lies She sucks all of the small birds' eggs Just to make her voice clear And the more she sings cuckoo The summer draws near If I were a clerk And I could write a good hand I would write to my true love So that she'd understand That I am a young fellow Who is wounded in love Once I lived in Buncloudy But now must remove So farewell to my father And my mother adieu To my sister and my brother Farewell unto you I am bound out for America My fortune to try When I think on Buncloudy I am ready to die Source: Martyn Wyndham-Read 'The Maid from Buncloudy' recorded on Martyn Wyndham-Read 'Martyn Wyndham-Read' Trailer LER 2028. Martyn noted that he learn ed the song from Brian Mooney. Usually known as "The Streams of Bunclody" in Ireland (Bunclody is in Co. Wexfor d). SX apr00
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