The boys of Wexford (William Rhys-Herbert)
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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-01-31). Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 680 kB Copyright: Personal
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Title: The boys of Wexford
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Arranger: William Rhys-Herbert
Lyricist: Robert Dwyer Joyce
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong, Folksong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1909 J. Fischer & Bro.
Description: IRISH FOLKSONG
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Original text and translations
English text
In comes the captain’s daughter,
The captain of the Yeos,
Saying “Brave United Irishmen,
We’ll ne’er again be foes.
A thousand pounds I’ll bring
And fly from home with thee,
And dress myself in man’s attire
And fight for liberty.”
CHORUS
We are the boys of Wexford,
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain
And free our native land.
I want no gold, my maiden fair,
To fly from home with thee.
Your shining eyes will be my prize,
More dear than gold to me.
I want no gold to nerve my arm
To do a true man’s part—
To free my land I’d gladly give
The red drops of my heart.
CHORUS
And when we left our cabins, boys,
We left with right good will
To see our friends and neighbours
That were at Vinegar Hill!
A young man from our Irish ranks
A cannon he let go;
He slapped it into Lord Mountjoy
A tyrant he laid low!
CHORUS
We bravely fought and conquered
At Ross and Wexford town;
And if we failed to keep them,
’Twas drink that brought us down.
We had no drink beside us
On Tubberneering’s day,
Depending on the long, bright pike,
And well it worked that way.
CHORUS
They came into our country,
Our blood and waste to spill,
But let them weep for Wexford
And think of Oulart Hill;
’Twas drink that still betrayed us
Of them we had no fear,
For everyman could do his part
Like Forth and Shelmalier.
CHORUS
My curse upon all drinking,
It made our hearts full sore,
For bravery won each battle,
But drink lost evermore;
And if for want of leaders
We lost at Vinegar Hill,
We’re ready for another fight
And love our Country still!
CHORUS