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Duncan Campbell

(10) Duncan Campbell



My name is Duncan Campbell from the shire of Argyle
I ave travell'd this country for many a long mile,
ve travell d through England and Ireland and a
nd the name I go under is bold Erin-go-Bragh.

The night in auld Reekie, as I walked down the Street,
A saucy policeman I chanced to meet ;
He glowered n my face and he gave me some jaw,
Saying, when came you over from Erin-go-Bragh.

I am not a Paddy, though Ireland I have seen,
No am I a Paddy, though in Ireland I have be
Bu though I were a Paddy, that's nothing ava,
There's many a bold hero from Erin-go-Bragh

I know you are a Pat by the cut of your hair,
But yon all turn Scotchmen as soon as you come here
You have left your own country for breaking the law,
We are seizing all strangers from Erin-go-Bragh.

Well, though I were a Paddy and I know it to be true,
O were I the devil, pray what's that to you ?
If it was not for that batton yon hold in your paw,
I would show you a game played in Erin-go-Bragh.

Then a switch of black thorn I held in my fist,
Across his big body I made it to twist,
And the blood from his napper I quickly did draw,
I paid stock and interest for Erin-go-Bragh.

The people came round me like a flock of wild gee
Saying, stop that d——d rascal he has kill'd onr police.
And for one friend I had, I'm sure he had twa.—
It was very tight times with Erin-go-Bragh.         

But I came to a wee boatie that sails on the Forte
I pack'd up my all and steered for the north.
Farewell to auld Reekie, the police and a'—
May the devil be with you, said Erin-go-Bragn.

Come all yo brave fellows that here of this song—
I dont care a farthing to where yon belong—
For I'm from my shore, in the Highlands so braw
But I ne'er took it ill when called Erin-go-Bragn.

   I cannot mind my

     Wheel, Mother

I cannot mind my wheel, mothe
I cannot mind my wheel,
You know not what my heart mu
You know not what I feel.
My thread is idly cast, mother,
My thoughts are o'er the s
My hopes are fading fast, mother,
Yet feel you not for me.
I had a dreadful dream, mother,
'Twas of a ship at sea ;
I saw a form amidst the storm,
I heard him call on me.
I heard him call oh me, mother,
As plain as I now speak ;
I thought my brain would burst, mother
I thought my heart would break
For me he perils life, mother,
The weary ocean wide ;
And yet a word—one word from you—
Had kept him by my side.
My wheel had gaily sped, mother.
My thoughts of home smiled free,
But now my smiles have fled, mother,
My heart is o'er the sea.

        Enniskillen Dragoon.

A Beautiful dam el of fame and wn,
A gentleman's daughter near Monnikes town ;
She rode by the barracks—the beautiful maid—
She stood in her coach to see the dragoons parade.

They were all dressed neat, like gentlemen's sons,
With bright shining swords and carbine guns ;
With over-mounted pistols—she observed them full soon
Because she loved her Enniskilled dragoon.

You bright sons of Mars who stand on the right,
Your armour does shine like the bright stars by nig
Shying, William dear William, you have listed full
Because she loved her Enniskillen dragoon.

William dear William, never mind what they say,
For children are bound their dear parents to e
When we leave old Ireland they'll all change their
The Lord be with you, my Enniskillen dragoon

Farewell, Enniskillen ! farewell for a while !
All round the borders of Erin's green isle.
And when the wa s are ever you'll return in f ll bloo
And you'll be welcome me, E iskillen dragoon

No the wars are over, and William's returned
Our regiment lay in Dublin said William got a
Last Sunday they were married and William was
And now she enjoys her Enniskillen oon.

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