The Cocks Are Crowing Songtext
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The Cocks Are Crowing Songtext
The cocks are a-crowing, daylight is appearing
It′s drawing nigh to the break of day
Arise, my darling, out of your slumber
Arise, my darling, and come away
And when he came to his true love's window
He kneeled a little low down upon a stone
And through the window he whispered softly
"Arise, my darling, and let me in"
"Oh, who is that that is at my window
And who is that that gives me no rest?"
"′Tis I, 'tis I, a poor wounded lover
Who fain would speak with you, love, awhile"
"Oh, go away then and ask your daddy
If he would have you my bride to be
And if he says no, then return and tell me
For this is the last time I will trouble thee"
"Oh, my dada, he is in his bedchamber
He is fast asleep on his bed of ease
And in his pocket there lies a letter
Which reads, 'Much adarling, unto your dispraise′"
"Oh, what dispraise can he do unto me?
A faithful husband to you I′ll be
And what other neighbours have round their houses
The same, my darling, you will have with me"
"Oh, go away then and ask your mammy
If she would have you my bride to be
And if she says no, then return and tell me
For this is the last time I will trouble thee"
"Oh, my mama, she is an old aged woman
And scarce can hear, love, a word I say
But she bids you go, love, and court some other
For I'm not a fitting love, your bride to be"
"Oh, I will go unto the wild mountains
Where I′ll see nothing but the wild deer
And I'll eat nothing but the wild herbs
And I′ll drink nothing but my true love's tears"
"If the Killyboyne, it were mine in the chorus
And the green fields, they were mine and wide
If my pen were made of the tempered steel, sure
My true love′s praises I could never write"
It′s drawing nigh to the break of day
Arise, my darling, out of your slumber
Arise, my darling, and come away
And when he came to his true love's window
He kneeled a little low down upon a stone
And through the window he whispered softly
"Arise, my darling, and let me in"
"Oh, who is that that is at my window
And who is that that gives me no rest?"
"′Tis I, 'tis I, a poor wounded lover
Who fain would speak with you, love, awhile"
"Oh, go away then and ask your daddy
If he would have you my bride to be
And if he says no, then return and tell me
For this is the last time I will trouble thee"
"Oh, my dada, he is in his bedchamber
He is fast asleep on his bed of ease
And in his pocket there lies a letter
Which reads, 'Much adarling, unto your dispraise′"
"Oh, what dispraise can he do unto me?
A faithful husband to you I′ll be
And what other neighbours have round their houses
The same, my darling, you will have with me"
"Oh, go away then and ask your mammy
If she would have you my bride to be
And if she says no, then return and tell me
For this is the last time I will trouble thee"
"Oh, my mama, she is an old aged woman
And scarce can hear, love, a word I say
But she bids you go, love, and court some other
For I'm not a fitting love, your bride to be"
"Oh, I will go unto the wild mountains
Where I′ll see nothing but the wild deer
And I'll eat nothing but the wild herbs
And I′ll drink nothing but my true love's tears"
"If the Killyboyne, it were mine in the chorus
And the green fields, they were mine and wide
If my pen were made of the tempered steel, sure
My true love′s praises I could never write"
Writer(s): Paul Brady Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

