The moon was high, the stars were keen,
The fields of green they shone between.
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh!
The winds did call, the winds did dare
To lead us down to Balaclare.
To Balaclare,
to Balaclare With a fiddle's cry and a whistle's air.
The bong rung pounds,
the banjo sings,
We danced till dawn on joyful strings.
A jug of ale,
a hearty cheer,
The lads and lasses,
they draw near.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
Through mossy lanes,
through the heathers glow,
We follow where the wild winds blow.
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh! The road's a song,
it hums,
it sways,
With every step it shapes our way.
Oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh,
oh! To Balaclare,
to Balaclare,
With a fiddle's cry and a whistle's air.
The bong rung pounds,
the banjo sings,
We danced till dawn on joyful strings.
The firelight flickers,
the shadows leap,
While the stories flow,
both bold and deep.
Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
The ancient tales,
the barge,
the light,
They carry us through the darkest night.
Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
To Balaclare,
to Balaclare,
With a fiddle's cry and a whistle's air.
The bong rung pounds,
the banjo sings,
We danced till dawn on joyful strings.
To Balaclare,
to Balaclare,
With a fiddle's cry and a whistle's air.
The bong rung pounds,
the banjo sings,
We danced till dawn on joyful strings.