The chords to Bunclody are presented in the key of C. The lyrics are about an Irish emigrant who longs to be with his love in Bunclody.
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And from that time, through wildest woe,
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If I was in Bunclody I would think myself at home
‘Tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have none
Drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer
Here’s health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
It sucks the young bird’s eggs to make its voice clear
And the more it cries cuckoo the summer draws near
If I was a clerk and could write a good hand
I would write to my true love that she might understand
I am a young fellow that is wounded in love
That lived by Bunclody but now must remove
If I was a lark and had wings I could fly
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie
I’d proceed to yon arbour where my true love does lie
And on her fond bosom contented I would die
‘Tis why my love slights me as you may understand
That she has a freehold and I have no land
She has a great store of riches and a large sum of gold
And everything fitting a house to uphold
So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother
Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother
I am bound to America my fortune to try
When I think on Bunclody I’m ready to die
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If I was in Bunclody I would think myself at home
‘Tis there I would have a sweetheart, but here I have none
Drinking strong liquor in the height of my cheer
Here’s health to Bunclody and the lass I love dear
The cuckoo is a pretty bird, it sings as it flies
It brings us good tidings and tells us no lies
It sucks the young bird’s eggs to make its voice clear
And the more it cries cuckoo the summer draws near
If I was a clerk and could write a good hand
I would write to my true love that she might understand
I am a young fellow that is wounded in love
That lived by Bunclody but now must remove
If I was a lark and had wings I could fly
I would go to yon arbour where my love she does lie
I’d proceed to yon arbour where my true love does lie
And on her fond bosom contented I would die
‘Tis why my love slights me as you may understand
That she has a freehold and I have no land
She has a great store of riches and a large sum of gold
And everything fitting a house to uphold
So adieu my dear father, adieu my dear mother
Farewell to my sister, farewell to my brother
I am bound to America my fortune to try
When I think on Bunclody I’m ready to die
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