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letra de the cocks are crowing - john doyle (irish guitarist)

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the c-cks are crowing, the light is appearing
it’s drawing nigh to the break of day
“arise, my darling, out of your slumber
arise, my darling and come awake.”

and when he came to her true love’s window
he kneeled down low upon a stone
and through the window he whispered softly
“arise, my darling, and let me in”

“well who is that who is at my window?
and who is that who gives me no rest?”
“’tis i, ’tis i, a poor wounded lover
who fain to speak with you, love, a while.”

“then go away then, and ask your daddy
if he would have, you my bride to be
and if hе says no, then return and tell mе
for this is the last time i will trouble thee”

“well my dada is in his bed chamber
he’s fast asleep on his bed of ease
and in his pocket, well, there lies a letter
which reads ‘much love, darling, unto your disgrace.”

“well what disgrace can he do unto me?
a fateful husband to you i’ll be
and what other neighbors have ’round their houses
the same, my darling, you would have with me.”
“so go away then and ask your mammy
if she would have, you, my bride to be
and if she says no, then return and tell me
for this is the last time i will trouble thee.”

“well my mama, is an old age woman
who scarce can hear, love, a word i say
but she bids you go and court some other
for i’m not a fitting love, your bride to be.”

“well i will go then to the wild mountains
where i’ll see nothing but the wild deer
and i’ll eat nothing but the wild hares
and i’ll drink nothing but my true love’s tears.”

if the k!llybawn, it were mine in chorus
if the green fields, they were mine and wide
if my pen were made of the tempered steel sure
my true love’s praises, i would never write

- john doyle irish guitarist

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