Three Irish Spinning Songs - III

An old woman sings:

There was an oul' trooper went riding by,
On the road to Carricknabauna,
And sorrow is better to sing than cry
On the road to Carricknabauna!

"I'd spread my cloak for you, young lad
Were it only the breadth of a farthen'
And if your mind was as good as your word,
In troth, it's you I'd rather!
In dread of any jealousy,
And before we go any farther
Carry me up to the top of the hill
And show me Carricknabauna!"

"Carricknabauna, Carricknabauna,
Would you show me Carricknabauna?
I lost a horse at Cruckmoylinn --
At the Cross of Bunratty I dropped a limb --
But I left my youth on the crown of the hill
Over by Carricknabauna!"
Girls, young girls, the rush-light is done.
What will I do when my thread is spun?