The Cocks Are Crowing Songtext
von Paul Brady

The cock′s a crowing, daylight's appearing
It′s drawing near to the break of day
Arise my charmer out of your slumber
Arise my darling and come away

When he came to his true love's window
He kneeled low down upon a stone
And through the pane he did whisper softly
Arise my darling and let me in

Who is that, that is at my window?
Who is that, that knows me so well?
It's me, it′s me, your poor wounded lover
That fain would talk love unto you awhile

Go away now and ask your daddy
If he′ll allow you my bride to be
And if he says no, then return and tell me
For this is the last night I will trouble thee


My daddy, he's in his bedchamber
He′s fast asleep on his bed of ease
But in his pocket there lies a letter
Which readeth of our love unto your dispraise

Oh what dispraise can he give unto me?
A faithful husband to you I'll be
And what of the neighbours around of their houses?
The same my darling you will have with me

Go away and ask your mammy
If she′ll allow you my bride to be
And if she says no, then come back and tell me
For this is the last night I will trouble thee

My, my, my, she's an oldish woman
She scarce would hear a loving word I say
But she bids you go and to court some other
For I′m not fit to love your bride to be

I may go, but I will court no other
My heart is linked all in your charms
I would hand you away love and leave your mammy
For you were just fit to lie in your true love's arms


I will go unto the wild mountain
Where I'll see nothing but the wild deer
And I′ll eat nothing but the wild herbs
And nothing will drink but my true love′s tears

If Kelly Boyard was mine in a chorus
The green fields they were mine in white
And if my pen was made of tempered steel
My true love's praises I could never write