The Boys of Mullabaun

On a Monday morning early as my wand'ring steps did lead me
Down by a farmer's station through meadow and green lawn
I heard great lamentation as the small birds they were warbling,
Saying, "We'll have no more engagements with the Boys of Mullaghbawn.'

Esquire Jackson he's unequalled for honour and for reason,
He never turned traitor nor betrayed the rights of man,
But now we are in danger by a vile deceiving stranger
Who has ordered transportation for the Boys of Mullaghbawn.

As those heroes crossed the ocean I'm told the ship in motion
Would stand in wild commotion as if the seas ran dry,
The trout and salmon gaping as the Cukoo left the station,
Saying, "Farewell to lovely Erin and the hills of Mullaghbawn.'

To end my lamentation, we are all in consternation,
For want of education I here must end my theme,
None cares for recreation since without consideration
We are sent for transportation from the hills of Mullaghbawn.
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