Bonny Woodhall - Andy Irvine, Paul Brady, Dónal Lunny

Down by yon green bushes near Calder’s clear stream

Where me and my Annie so often have been

When the hours flew past us, right happy were we

It was little she thought that a soldier I’d be

But it’s farewell to Annie and I must away

For the King he needs soldiers and I must obey

But if providence proves kind, love, until I return

I will wed with my Annie near Calder’s clear burn

On the 14th of August our regiment was lost

And a ball from the enemy our lines came across

O, It struck me in the temple and the blood trickled down

I reeled and I staggered and I fell to the ground

«Come here,» says our captain, «come here with good speed

For I fear by this bullet young Dinsmore lies dead.»

Two men with a stretcher did quickly prepare

And they carried me away to a hospital there

Cold water and brandy they poured out so free

They turned me all over my wounds for to see

But if I had my Annie to bind up my wounds

One kiss from her sweet lips would soon deaden the stoun

And it’s when I am weary and think of lang syne

When I was a miner and wrought in the mine

O, the tears they do trickle and down they do fall

Like the roses that bloom around bonny Woodhall