Traditional: The Croppy Boy
The Croppy Boy
Traditional
Two verses and chorus
(8-bit, mono): .wav (384 K) href="fyviex.mp3" target="_blank">Two verses and
chorus (high quality): .mp3
(289 KB)
Full Song: .mp3 (922 KB) href="Allhat.mp3" target="_blank"> "The Croppy Boy"
is performed by href="mailto:maryrrf@yahoo.com">Mary Smith
Please refer to Cantaria's Copyright information
Notes: There are versions of this song all over Ireland.
The term "croppy" is said to be a nickname given to the rebels of Wexford
during the 1798 rebellion because of their close-cropped hair, and for many
generations the term
was synonymous with
"rebel". In another version the croppy boy does not die at the end but
goes into exile. (taken from The
Irish Songbook)
It was early, early in the spring
The birds did whistle and sweetly sing,
Changing their notes from tree to tree
And the song they sang was Old Ireland free.
It was early early in the night,
The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright;
The yeoman cavalry was my downfall
And I was taken by Lord Cornwall.
'Twas in the guard-house where I was laid,
And in a parlour where I was tried;
My sentence passed and my courage low
When to Dungannon I was forced to go.
As I was passing my father's door
My brother William stood at the door;
My aged father stood at the door
And my tender mother her hair she tore.
As I was going up Wexford Street
My own first cousin I chanced to meet;
My own first cousin did me betray
And for one bare guinea swore my life away.
As I was walking up Wexford Hill
Who could blame me to cry my fill?
I looked behind, and I looked before
But my aged mother I shall see no more.
And as I mounted the platform high
My aged father was standing by;
My aged father did me deny
And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy.
It was in Dungannon this young man died
And in Dungannon his body lies.
And you good people that do pass by
Oh shed a tear for the Croppy Boy.