Leaboy's Lassie
Mary Black Lyrics


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First when I came to the town
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the leaboy's honey.

I'll dye my petticoats red
And I'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the leaboys I've to follow.

It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will I like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches

The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will I like the lad
That drives them on so canny

Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To jog away with johnny

Oh, for saturday night
It's I that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistlin' in
When I am tired and weary.

First when I came to the town
They called me proud and saucy




Now they've changed my name
Called me the leaboy's lassie.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mary Black's song, "Leaboy's Lassie," speak of a young woman who has come to town and initially receives compliments for her youth and beauty. However, her reputation becomes marred as the townspeople refer to her as the "leaboy's honey" or the lover of a poor tenant farmer. Despite this, the woman remains undeterred, even proclaiming that she will dye her petticoats red and adorn them with yellow to show her devotion to the leaboys she follows. She also ponders whether she will like the man in the moleskin breeches and the one who drives the black horse-drawn cart. The woman admits that although feather beds and painted rooms are nice, she would rather leave them all behind to be with her love, whom she is excited to see on Saturday night. The lyrics then come full circle, as the townspeople have now changed their tune and refer to her as the "leaboy's lassie."


The lyrics of "Leaboy's Lassie" are a reflection of the social and economic hierarchies present in rural Ireland during the 19th century. The "leaboy," or tenant farmer, was at the bottom of the social ladder and often faced discrimination and poverty. However, the song's protagonist chooses to disregard these societal norms and openly declares her love for a leaboy. Her defiance serves as a symbol of resistance against the dominant culture that seeks to marginalize and ostracize those who do not fit into their rigid class structure.


Line by Line Meaning

First when I came to the town
When I first arrived in town


They called me young and bonny
They called me young and beautiful


Now they've changed my name
Now they call me a different name


Called me the leaboy's honey
They call me the love interest of the Leaboy


I'll dye my petticoats red
I will color my petticoats red


And I'll face them with a yellow
And I will place yellow cloth over them


I'll tell the dyester lads
I will tell the dyers


That the leaboys I've to follow
That I am following the Leaboys


It's over hills and dales
We will travel over hills and valleys


And over dykes and ditches
And over walls and trenches


Say will I like the lad
I wonder if I will like the boy


Who wears the moleskin breeches
Who wears the pants made of moleskin


The black horse draws the cart
The black horse pulls the cart


And he's as proud as any
And he is as proud as anyone


Say will I like the lad
I wonder if I will like the boy


That drives them on so canny
Who drives them so skillfully


Feather beds are fine
Soft beds are nice


And painted rooms are bonny
And nicely decorated rooms are beautiful


But I would leave them all
But I would leave them all behind


To jog away with johnny
To run away with Johnny


Oh, for saturday night
Oh, on Saturday night


It's I that'll see my dearie
I will see my sweetheart


He'll come whistlin' in
He will come whistling to me


When I am tired and weary.
When I am exhausted and tired.


First when I came to the town
When I first arrived in town


They called me proud and saucy
They called me arrogant and cheeky


Now they've changed my name
Now they call me a different name


Called me the leaboy's lassie.
They call me the Leaboy's girl.




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Comments from YouTube:

Sara M

What a lovely strand of sweetness this Irish lady has brought into our lives over so many years. We are changed forever by her amazing, heart filling songs.

Joseph Stalin

I have loved Mary Black for more than 30 years and this is one of her early songs that I loved the most and it's great to see a live version . . . thank you for posting :)

Tony Monterz

Mary Black is a great singer her voice is full of soul and celtic stars . big hug from Brasil

Culpepper McCuller

She touches my Scots-Irish heart every time she sings this.

Alfred Lee

Beautiful

matt dansville

:)