The Cocks Are Crowing - Paul Brady

The cocks are crowing, daylight’s appearing

It’s drawing near to the break of day

Arise my charmer out of your slumber

Arise my darling and come away

When he came to his true love’s window

He kneel-ed low down upon a stone

And through a pane he did whisper slowly

Arise my darling and let me in

Who is that that is at my window

Who is that that knows me so well?

It’s me it’s me your poor wounded lover

That fain would talk, love, unto you a while

Go away, love, and ask your daddy

If he’ll allow you my bride to be

And if he says no then return and tell me

For this is th last night I will trouble you

My dada he’s in his bed chambr

He’s fast asleep on his bed of ease

But in his pocket there lies a letter

Which readeth far love unto your dispraise

Oh what dispraise can he give unto me?

A faithful husband to you I’ll be

And what other neighbours have round their houses

The same my darling you will have with me