Lt's a great separation my friends they have caused me,
By hearing their spite that my favour was won.
Lt's a great separation, likewise a vexation,
And they shall be sorry for what they have done.
Eat, drink and be jolly and care not for folly,
And drowned away sorrow in a bottle of wine.
Pass it to the boys in full-flowing bumpers,
And play on the fiddle to pass away time.
Adieu to Bon County, I'm bound for to leave you,
And seek my heart's fortune in some foreign land.
Where bottles and glasses are my greatest comfort,
And when we do meet we will join heart and hand.
Farewell to my friends and my good old neighbours,
Likewise to the girl I will never see more.
This world it is wide and I'll spend it in pleasures,
I care for no one that won't care for me.
My fortune is small and freely I own it,
What little I have it is all of my own.
I might have lived longer to enjoy it with pleasure,
Lf my poor friends had of let me alone.
I have money a plenty to bear my expenses,
And when it's all gone I'll chop wood and get more.
When death it comes on me I'll freely go with it,
Pay up my last dues and go with it home.