Anonymous

‘The Croppy Boy’ by Anonymous (c. 1798)

It was early, early in the spring, The birds did whistle and sweetly sing, Changing their notes from tree to tree, And the song they sang was Old Ireland free. It was early, early in the night, The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright; The yeoman cavalry was my downfall And taken was I by Lord Cornwall. ‘Twas in the…