Oh, who will plough the field now or who will sell the corn?
Oh who will wash the sheep now and have them nicely shorn?
The stack that’s in the haggard untrash’d it may remain.
Since Johnny went a-trashing the dirty King of Spain.
The girls from bawnoge in sorrow may retire.
And the piper and his bellows may go home and blow the fire.
For Johnny, lovely Johnny, is sailing o’er the Main.
Along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain.
The boys will sorely miss him when Moneymore comes round
And grieve that their bold captain is nowhere to be found
The peelers must stand idle against their will and grain
For the valiant boy who gave them work now peels the King of Spain.
If cruel fate will not permit our Johnny to return.
His heavy loss we Bantry girls will never cease to mourn.
We’ll resign ourselves to our sad lot, and die in grief and pain.
Since Johnny died for Ireland’s pride in the foreign land of Spain.
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny is sailing o'er the main.
Along with other patriots to fight the King of Spain.