The Blackbird Of Sweet Avondale Lyrics - Silly Wizard

By the sweet bay of Dublin, while carelessly strolling 

I sat myself down by a green myrtle shade 

Reclined on the beach, as the wild waves were rolling 

In sorrowful condoling, I saw a fair maid 

Her robes changed to mourning, that once were so glorious 

I stood in amazement to hear her sad wail 

Her heartstrings burst forth with wild accents uproarious 

Saying, "Where, where is my Blackbird of sweet Avondale?" 

"In the fair counties Meath, Wexford, Cork, and Tipperary, 

The rights of Old Ireland, my Blackbird did sing 

Ah, but woe to the hour, with heart light and airy 

Away from my arms, to Dublin took wing" 

"The fowlers waylaid him in hopes to ensnare him 

While I here in sorrow, his absence bewail 

Oh, it grieves me to think that the walls of Kilmainham 

Surround my dear Blackbird of sweet Avondale" 

"Oh, Ireland, my country, awake from your slumbers 

And give back my Blackbird, so dear unto me 

And let everyone know, by the strength of your numbers 

That we, as a nation, would wish to be free" 

"The cold prison dungeons is no habitation 

For one, to his country, was loyal and true 

Then give him his freedom, without hesitation 

And remember he fought hard for freedom and you" 

"Oh, Heaven, give ear to my consultation 

And strengthen the bold sons of Old Granuaile 

And God grant that my country will soon be a nation 

And bring back the Blackbird to sweet Avondale"