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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 105 |
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JOSEPH CAMPBELL
{Living)
NEWTOWNBREDA
v I MS pretty tae be in Ballylesson,
'Tis pretty tae be in green Malone; 'Tis prettier tae be in Newtownbreda, Becking under the eaves in June. The cummers are out wi' their knitting and spinning,
The thrush sings frae his crib on the wa', And o'er the white road the clachan caddies Play at their marlies and goaling-ba'.
O ! fair are the fields o' Ballylesson,
And fair are the faes o' green Malone; But fairer the flowers o' Newtownbreda,
Wet wi' dew in the eves o' June. 'Tis pleasant tae saunter the gray clachan thoro'
When day sinks mellow o'er Divis hill, And feel their fragrance sae softly breathing
Frae croft and causey and window-sill.
O ! brave are the haughs o' Ballylesson,
And brave are the halds o' green Malone; But braver the hames o' Newtownbreda,
Twined about wi' the pinks o' June. And just as the face is sae kindly withouten,
The heart within is as guid as gold — Wi' new Fair ballants and merry music,
And cracks cam' down frae the days of old. |
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