Letras
One fine summer's morning both gallant and gay
Twenty-four ladies went out on the quay
And a regiment of soldiers that did pass them by
A drummer and one of them soon caught his eye
He went to his comrade and to him did say
"Twenty-four ladies I saw yesterday
Oh, and one of them ladies, she has me heart won
And if she denies me I'm surely undone"
"Go to this lady and tell her your mind
Tell her she's wounded your poor heart inside
Go and tell her she's wounded your poor heart full sore
And if she denies you, what can she do more?"
So early next morning this young man arose
Dressed himself up in a fine suit of clothes
With a watch in his pocket and a cane in his hand
Saluting the ladies, he walked down the strand
He went up to her and he said, "Pardon me
Pardon me, lady, for making so free
Oh, me fine honored lady, you have me heart won
And if you deny me I'm surely undone"
"Be off, little drummer, now what do you mean?
For I'm the Lord's daughter of Ballykisteen
Oh, I'm the Lord's daughter, that's honor, do you see?
Be off, little drummer, you're making too free"
He put on his hat and he bade her farewell
Said, "I'll send me soul down to Heaven or Hell
For her went this long pistol that hangs by me side
Oh, I'll put an end to me own dreary life"
"Come back, little drummer, and don't take a dill
For I do not want to be guilty of sin
To be guilty of innocent blood for to spill
Come back, little drummer, I'm here at your will"
"And we'll hire a car and to Bansha we'll go
There we'll be married in spite of our foes
Oh, for what can they say when it's over and done
But 'I fell in love when the roll of the year drum'?"