Текст Paul Brady – The Cocks Are Crowing

The cocks are crowing, daylight’s appearing
It’s drawing near to the break of day
Arise my charmer out of your slumber
Arise my darling and come away

Who is that that is at my window
Who is that that knows me so well?
It’s me it’s me your poor wounded lover
That fain would talk, love, unto you a while
Go away, love, and ask your daddy
If he’ll allow you my bride to be
And if he says no then return and tell me
For this is the last night I will trouble you

My dada he’s in his bed chamber
He’s fast asleep on his bed of ease
But in his pocket there lies a letter
Which readeth far love unto your dispraise
Oh what dispraise can he give 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

Go away then and ask your Mammie
If she’ll allow you my bride to be
And if she says no then come back and tell me
For this is the last night I will trouble you
My mama she’s an oldish woman
She scarce would hear, love, one word I say

I may go but I will court no other
My heart is link-ed all in your charms
I would have you wed, love, and leave your Mammie
For you’re just fit to lie in your true love’s arms
I will go unto the wild mountain
Where I’ll see nothing but the wild deer
Nor I’ll eat nothing but the wild herbs
Nor I’ll drink nothing but my true love’s tears

If Kellyboyne it was mine in a chorus
And the green fields they were mine in white
And if my pen was made of the tempered steel sure
My true love’s praises I could never write