DESCRIPTION:
Emmet Spiceland Folk Group, singing Bunclody, at Wexford v Tipperary Hurling Match, 1968. Presented by Nicholas Carolan.

Oh, were I at the Moss house
Where the birds do increase
At the foot of Mount Leinster
Or some silent place
By the streams of Bunclody
Where all pleasures do meet
And all I would ask is
One kiss from you sweet.

'Tis why my love left me
As you may understand
For she has a freehold
And I have no land
She has great store of riches
And a large sum of gold
And ev'rything fitting
A house to uphold.

If I were a clerk
And I could write a good hand
I would write to my true love
So that she'd understand
That I am a young fellow
Who is wounded in love
Once I lived in Buncloudy
But now must remove.


So farewell to my father
And my mother adieu
To my sister and my brother
Farewell unto you
I am bound out for America
My fortune to try
When I think on Buncloudy
I am ready to die