The Buck From Bunán


(To the tune of "Bold Tady Quill").


Ye lads and gay lassies I'll claim your attention

Until I will tell you what happened to those

Who left Ballingeary on the 15th. of August

And went back to Borlin in search of a goat.


They travelled Coom Rua and the wild cliffs of Maolach

From Faill a'Staicín and through sweet Leaca Bán

Through the raes of Muing Mór and the high tops of Borlin

They never cried stop till they came to Bunán.


When they saw this bold hero they thought him quite pleasing

Said Carthy to Sheehan get fast on his throat

Cotter and Creedon they ran up most pleasing

And soon on his horns they placed a strong rope.


Homewards they started with  hearts full of motion

No doubt they were dry when they came to Gougane

They put this bold ranger quite safe in a car house

And drank up the health of the buck from Bunán.


When they walked out after drinking some porter

In that hotel of Cronins at lonely Gougane

They came to the place where they left this bold ranger

But no doubt by that time he was half ways to Bunán.


They commenced shouting and loudly were bawling

The company all they began for to sigh

They said to each other we must look for another

Or the goats of our place will surely go dry.


When the buck got his liberty out of the car house

He cocked up his tail and he puffed with his nose

He ran back the field like any young racehorse

Thanking James Leary for letting him go.


He went back to Maolach and slept in a Bealick

Because it was too late for him to go home.

Early next morning he started for Borlin

No doubt he was laughing when he thought of his course.


On his way backwards  he met with the Tacker

Who bid him good morrow, where were you , you rogue?

I was taken eastwards by the wild Ballingearys

And they will see me no more or either the rope.


As we spoke of this hero it is time for us praise him

I will tell you his age, it was scarcely sixteen.

His size was enormous, he was shaped and well formed

And very well armed with horns indeed.


His eyes they were shining like two sparkling diamonds

His meigeall so fine hanging down to his knees.

With age he was brown, his limbs they were sound.

And in front of his mouth had a set of fine teeth.


So now me brave boys an advice I will give you

If ever again you will want a Buck goat

Go back to Murt Shea, to the owner that owns them

And pay him down cash in both silver and gold.


And when you come back to that hotel of Cronins

Get someone to hold him in lonely Gougane

And now in conclusion I think I'll give over

And sing you no more of the Buck from Bunán.