The Loyal Blackbird (The Blackbird of Mullaghmore)
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 135 / 136
Oh! come all ye gay young fellows that wanders by this way,
If you can call in to have a glass there’s a reckonin’ yous must pay.
And I’ll supply you with a good friend and your cheques’ll join encore,
And you’ll see my blackbird clockin’ on the hills of Mullaghmore.
Well, it’s for your loyal blackbird she’s of the best of game.
Her offspring are well proven in America, France and Spain.
Her cheque has gained her credit on many’s the foreign shore,
And now she’s sitting clocking on the hills of Mullaghmore.
Well, it’s for your loyal blackbird, they didn’t use her well,
And the hardships that she underwent there’s no mortal tongue can tell.
When her cage door was opened, they rushed them in a score,
And they put my bird from clocking on the hills of Mullaghmore.
So, our blackbird’s going to leave us now, which grieves the neighbours all,
And I hope she’ll have good fortune until on her we do call.
She’s going over yonder mountain for the rest in a fine still,
And she’ll spend her summer season at the foot of the Sheep Hill.
And our blackbird’s coming home again but not to the same place,
And I hope your friends and neighbours will not bring her to disgrace.
And the lovely lark and linnet and the thrush will join encore,
For to welcome home our blackbird to the hills of Mullaghmore.