Rita Connolly - Sir Richard Bingham lyrics

Bingham was wounded When he fell in the cold waters of Lough Mask He must have heard laughter For to see his countenance he looks right ill And it seems like thunder, looks like rain Inish Glora, Eagles in the darkening sky Carrick Monagh, heaving over with a cursing eye And it seems like thunder, looks like rain Sir Richard Bingham, I will not yield To your lovely Lady Elizabeth Whose duty you betray Bingham who watches He would beggar my kingdom by new laws I wish him to America There to die on a Spanish sword And it seems like thunder, looks like rain Meet me off Erris Meet me in four fathom close to shore But burn no lantern The Gallowgla** go to Iar-Connaught And it seems like thunder, looks like rain Sir Richard Bingham, I will not yield To your lovely Lady Elizabeth Whose duty you betray I burned the houses Spoiled the cattle of Murrough my son For he went against me When all my horse and beef were run And it seems like thunder, looks like rain I've seen the gallows And mourned Owen and prayed for the life Of Tibbot held hostage He shall have my ships he shall have my guns And it seems like thunder, looks like rain Sir Richard Bingham, I will not yield To your lovely Lady Elizabeth Whose duty you betray Sir Richard Bingham, I will not grieve When the devil take you underneath the gra** And thorn grow upon your grave Old Sandy Mullet Set all jib-sails to run free of Duvills riptide In the Bulls Mouth the channel fills And it seems like thunder, looks like rain The willow tree bendeth The willow gives in the strongest wind But the oak tree tumbles Rent asunder limb by limb And it seems like thunder, looks like rain I've been to Ulster With O'Neil and O'Donnell I spoke Of seaman's rumour Of an army sailing from Northern Spain