Noel, Noel, in the calm and eagle wind,
All is calm this morning in the land of May.
It's Faye, the cotton she works on land and sea,
And may she ne'er be stolen here for her rate of whey.
No rain, no dewless, nor frosty timing,
Nor winter powder or none at all.
She wore a bonnet with red roses on it,
And all her soldiers all made a godly wish on.
And they kept walking, and they kept talking,
Till his father's cottage came into view.
Very soon his mother had a cattle boy in him,
And all he could think of was that godly wish on.
And there the black boar, the stag of Bally,
Had rocky glory and a foggy day.
His tan is not like an Irish linnet,
And down her cheeks came the tears like dew.
She said, how dearly on next morning
I'll wait and wait for Johnny Goyle.
She kissed and poked him, and then she left him,
And then she stole his herring in her godly wish on.
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