歌手:Cara Dillon
专辑:《Sweet Liberty》

Bonny, bonny was my seat
in the red rosy yard
And bonny was my ship in
the town of Ballynagard
Shade and shelter was for me
till I began to fail
You all may guess now my distress
lies near the Nightingale
Grief and woe that I must go
to fight for England's King
I neither know his friend or foe,
and war's a cruel thing
The nightingale is near at hand,
my time at home is brief
And Carey's streams and mountain land
I part with bitter grief
No more I'll walk the golden hills
with Nancy by my side
Or dream along the sun bright rills
or view my land with pride
We sail away at dawn of day,
the sails are ready set
When old Benmore I see no more,
I'll sigh with deep regret
Now all must change and I must range
across the ocean wide
Our ship she may in Biscay's Bay
lie low beneath the tide
If I should fall by cannon ball,
or sink beneath the sea
Good people all, a tear let fall
and mourn for mine and me
If God should spare me my greying hair
and bring me back again
I'd love far more my Antrim shore
its dark blue hills and rain
Around the fire, my heart's desires
heaven grant till life shall fail
And keep me far from the cruel war
and from the Nightingale