As Jack the jolly ploughboy was ploughing through the land, He turned his share and shouted to bid his horses stand, Then down beside his team he sat, contented as a king, And Jack he sang his song so sweet he made the mountains ring With his Ta-ran-nan nanty na, Sing ta-ran-nan nanty na, While the mountains all ringing re-echoed the singing Of Ta-ran-nan nanty na. 'Tis said old England's sailors, when wintry tempests roar, Will plough the stormy waters and pray for those on shore; But through the angry winter the share, the share for me, To drive a steady furrow, and pray for those at sea. With my Ta-ran-nan nanty na, etc. When heaven above is bluest, and earth most green below, Away from wife and sweetheart the fisherman must go; But golden seed I'll scatter beside the girl I love, And smile to hear the cuckoo, and sigh to hear the dove, With my Ta-ran-nan nanty na, etc. 'Tis oft the hardy fishers a scanty harvest earn, And gallant tars from glory on wooden legs return, But a bursting crop for ever shall dance before my flail, For I'll live and die a farmer all in the Golden Vale. With my Ta-ran-nan nanty na, etc.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "Jack the jolly ploughboy", appears in Father O'Flynn and other Irish Lyrics, first published 1880 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Jack the jolly ploughboy", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 22, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
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