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The Boys of Mullaghbawn
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Good day. I am a New Mexican singer who likes traditional music and writes poetry and songs. I have a cat named L'Fee de Esprit who "helps" me as often as she can.
Song Info
Genre
World • Traditional European
Charts
Peak #896
Peak in subgenre #45
Author
Kateryna Fury
Rights
Kateryna Fury 2007
Uploaded
February 15, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 1:56
Story behind the song
Mullaghbawn is a tiny village in South Armagh with a colorful history much larger than itself. The name is spelled several ways; the Irish spelling is Mullach Ban, but it's also commonly written as Mullaghbawn, Mullaghban, Mullachbawn and Mullachban. It's pronounced Mulla-bawn with the emphasis either on the first or second syllable, depending on your accent In the eighteenth century, Mullaghbawn was was part of the Forkhill Estate, owned by Richard Jackson who was the local Squire. In an era of absentee landlordism, Jackson lived on his Estate, tilled his land and encouraged his tenants to do the same. In his will he provided for the poorest and oldest of his tenants, and to this day people in the district benefit from his bequests. He died in 1787, and his authority passed over to someone less acceptable to the people of Mullaghbawn. Four years after the death of Squire Jackson, the Society of United Irishmen was founded in Belfast by Wolfe Tone and "Trouble" broke out in South Armagh. The "heroes" mentioned in the song are popularly believed to have taken part in Wolfe Tone's struggle for the Rights of Man [Rising of 1798] -- "the greatest happiness of the greatest number in this island". But in an article in Ceol (Vol III, No. 2. April 1968) Thomas Wall suggests that they may have been transported for the attempted abduction of an heiress.
Lyrics
On a Monday morning early As my wand'ring steps did lead me, Down by a farmer's station, Of meadow and green lawn, I heard great lamentation That the wee birds they were makin' Sayin' "We'll have no more engagements With the boys of Mullaghbawn." [additional verse from the singing of Len Graham] I beg your pardon ladies I ask you this one favor I hope it is no treason From you I now must go I'm condoling late and early My heart is nie for breaking All for a noble lady That lives near Mullaghbawn Squire Jackson was unequaled For honour or for reason, He never turned a traitor Or betrayed the rights of man, But now we are endangered By a vile deceiving stranger Who has ordered deportation For the Boys of Mullaghbawn. As those heroes crossed the ocean I'm told the ship in motion Did stand in wild commotion As if the seas ran dry, The trout and salmon gaping As the cuckoo left her station Sayin', "Farewell to lovely Erin And the hills of Mullaghbawn. To end my lamentation We are all in consternation For the want of education I here must end my song; None cares for recreation Since without consideration We are sent for transportation From the hills of Mullaghbawn. [ALT:] To end my lamentation We are all in consternation None cares for recreation Until the day do dawn For without hesitation We are charged with combination And sent for transportation From the hills of Mullaghbawn. Repeat first verse, but end with: Sayin', "Farewell to lovely Erin And the hills of Mullaghbawn.
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