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In [G] comes the [C] captain's [D] daughter,
The captain [D] of the [Em] Yeos,
Saying: [G] Brave [C] United [D]
Irishmen,
We'll [G] ne'er a[D]gain be [G] foes.
A [C] thousand pounds I'll [G] bring
If you will [C] fly from [G]
home with [Em] me,
And [G] dress myself in [C] man's [D] attire
And [G] fight for [D] liber[G]ty.
[chorus]
We [C] are the boys of [G] Wexford,
Who [C] fought with [G] heart and [Em] hand
To [G] burst in twain
the [C] galling [D] chain
And [G] free our [D] native [G] land.
I want no gold, my maiden fair,
To fly from home with thee;
You shining eyes will be my prize -
More dear than
gold to me.
I want no gold to nerve my arm
To do a true man's part -
To free my land I'd gladly give
The red drops
of my heart."
And when we left our cabins, boys,
We left with right good will
To see our friends and neighbours
That were
at Vinegar Hill!
A young man from our Irish ranks
A cannon he let go;
He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy -
A tyrant
he laid low! Chorus:
We bravely fought and conquered
At Ross and Wexford town;
Three Bullet Gate for years to come
Will speak of
our renown;
Through Walpole's horse and Walpole's foot
On Tubberneering's day,
Depending on the long, bright pike,
We
cut our gory way.
And Oulart's name shall be their shame,
Whose steel we ne'er did fear.
For every man could do his part
Like
Forth and Shelmalier!
And if for want of leaders,
We lost at Vinegar Hill,
We're ready for another fight,
And
love our country still!
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The Boys Of Wexford Lyrics
In comes the captain's daughter,
The captain of the Yeos,
Saying: Brave
United Irishmen,
We'll ne'er again be foes.
A thousand pounds I'll bring
If you will
fly from home with me,
And dress myself in man's attire
And fight for liberty.
[chorus]
We are the boys of Wexford,
Who fought with heart and hand
To burst
in twain the galling chain
And free our native land.
I want no gold, my maiden fair,
To fly from home with thee;
You shining eyes will be my prize -
More dear than
gold to me.
I want no gold to nerve my arm
To do a true man's part -
To free my land I'd gladly give
The red drops
of my heart."
And when we left our cabins, boys,
We left with right good will
To see our friends and neighbours
That were
at Vinegar Hill!
A young man from our Irish ranks
A cannon he let go;
He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy -
A tyrant
he laid low! Chorus:
We bravely fought and conquered
At Ross and Wexford town;
Three Bullet Gate for years to come
Will speak of
our renown;
Through Walpole's horse and Walpole's foot
On Tubberneering's day,
Depending on the long, bright pike,
We
cut our gory way.
And Oulart's name shall be their shame,
Whose steel we ne'er did fear.
For every man could do his part
Like
Forth and Shelmalier!
And if for want of leaders,
We lost at Vinegar Hill,
We're ready for another fight,
And
love our country still!
Information On The Boys Of Wexford.
The song is a traditional ballad colected by
Robert Dwyer Joyce (1830-iris Weston Joyce)
born in Glenosheen,
Co. Limerick. While studing
medicine he was a writer and colector of songs
and ballads he supported himself by writing
for the 'The Nation' newspaper,and many of his
poems and ballads were printed in the newspaper.
he graduated from
Queens College Cork in 1865.
He became professor of engllsh at the Catholic
University.According to Joyce he used
to sing
this song with other words as a child and only
two of the origIled verses were incorporated
in this ballad,
The original words are said to
be the work of a Wexford rebel.
First published in 1872 in his book
''Ancient Irish
Music''
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