Come All You Warriors
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Come All You Warriors (also known as Father Murphy) is a ballad concerning the rebellion against British rule that took place largely in Wexford, Ireland in 1798. The narrative focuses on the predominant figure in the Wexford rebellion, Father John Murphy of the parish of Boulavogue.
The song was written within a couple of years of the rebellion and is one of the texts on which the well known 'Boulavogue' was based by P.J. McCall a hundred years later for the centenary celebrations of the rebellion.
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[edit] Recordings
The song is recorded twice by Frank Harte on the albums 'Dublin Street Songs / Through Dublin City' and '1798, The First Year of Liberty', is sung by Jerry O'Reilly on the album 'The Croppy's Complaint'[1] and was collected in Colm O'Lochlainn's "Irish Street Ballads"
[edit] Lyrics
[edit] I
Come all you warriors and renowned nobles
Give ear unto my warlike theme
While I relate how brave Father Murphy
He lately roused from his sleepy dream
Sure Julius Caesar nor Alexander
Nor brave King Arthur ever equalled him
For armies formidable he did conquer
Though with two pikemen he did begin
[edit] I
(Alternate first verse listed in 'Verse in English from Eighteenth-century Ireland' by Andrew Carpenter)
Come all you warriors and renowned nobles
Who once commanded brave warlike bands
Throw down your plumes and your golden trophies
Give up your arms with a trembling hand
For Father Murphy of the County Wexford,
Lately roused from his sleepy dream
To cut down cruel Saxon persecution
And wash it away in a crimson stream.
[edit] II
Camolin cavalry he did unhorse them
Their first lieutenant he cut him down
With shattered ranks and with broken columns
They soon returned to Camolin town
At the hill of Oulart he displayed his valour
Where a hundred Corkmen lay on the plain
At Enniscorthy his sword he wielded
And I hope to see him once more again
[edit] III
When Enniscorthy became subject unto him
Twas then to Wexford we marched our men
And on the Three Rock took up our quarters
Waiting for daylight the town to win
The loyal townsmen gave their assistance
We will die or conquer they all did say
The yeomen cavalry made no resistance,
For on the pavement their corpses lay
[edit] IV
With drums a-beating the town did echo
And acclamations came from door to door
On the Windmill Hill we pitched our tents then
We drank like heroes but paid no score
On Carraig Rua for some time we waited
And next to Gorey we did repair
At Tubberneering we thought no harm
The bloody army was waiting there
[edit] V
The issue of it was a close engagement
While on the soldiers we played warlike pranks
Through the sheepwalks, hedgerows and shady thickets
There were mangled bodies and broken ranks
The shuddering cavalry, I can't forget them
We raised the brushes on their helmets straight
They turned about and made straight for Dublin
As though they ran for a ten pound plate[2]
[edit] VI
Now, some crossed Donnybrook and more through Blackrock
And some up Shankhill without wound or flaw
And if Barry Lawless be not a liar
There was more went groaning up Luggela
To the Windmill Hill of Enniscorthy,
The British Fencibles they fled like deers
But our ranks were tattered and sorely scattered
By the loss o Kyan and his Shelmaliers
[edit] VII
With flying colours we marched on to Limerick,
And to Kilcavan we did repair;
'Twas on Mount-pleasant we called the county,
And pointed cannon at the army there.
When we thought fit we marched on to Gorey;
The next was Arklow we did surround.
The night being coming, we regretted sorely,
Tho' one hundred soldiers lay on the ground.
[edit] VIII
The streets of England were left quite naked
Of all their army both foot and horse
The Highlands of Scotland were left unguarded
Likewise the Hessians the seas did cross
But if the Frenchmen had reinforced us[3]
And landed transports at Baginbun
Father John Murphy, he would be their seconder
And sixteen thousand with him would come
[edit] IX
Success attend you sweet County Wexford
Threw off the yoke and to battle run
Let them not think we gave up our arms
For every man still has a pike and gun
[edit] References and Notes
- ^ 'The Croppy's Complaint - Music & Songs of 1798', Craft Recordings - CRCD03[1]
- ^ A ten pound plate was a prize in a championship horse race
- ^ This refers to a widely held hope that the French army would assist in Ireland's bid for independence
[edit] See Also
[edit] External Links
'Verse in English from Eighteenth-century Ireland' by Andrew Carpenter, see pages 566 - 569.
