The Ballad of Dollar Bay
(Air Traditional – Lord Franklin)
The Earl of Sandwich, a fine ship was she,
As strong as any sailed the salt sea.
But it was not winds or towering waves
that laid her low, but four sailors, cruel knaves.
It was November Seventeen Sixty Five,
Those butchering killers left none alive.
Captain and family in the ocean they threw,
Then followed passengers and honest crew.
McKinley, Quintin, Zickerman and Gidden,
Thought the ship would sink, their crimes be hidden.
With bags of gold and silver, jewels galore,
They took the longboat and rowed for shore.
There in the sand, Spanish dollars they buried,
To New Ross and a rich life they hurried,
But it wasn’t to be, the brave ship was found
Their crime discovered when she ran aground.
The cabin boy, they had left for dead,
Was still aboard when she hit rocks ahead,
Clinging to life he was finally saved,
And told of cruel murder he’d braved.
The robbers were soon in the taverns of Ross,
On bar counters ‘twas gold coin they would toss.
Where did that come from, the townspeople thought?
It wasn’t long before they were caught.
Then they were taken to that little bay
To show where the rest was hidden away
They gave up the treasure, ‘twas a great haul,
But some say they didn’t uncover it all.
For murder they were told they would die,
But never in graves would peacefully lie.
As warning their bones in cages were seen
Rattling off Dublin, by Sandymount Green
That little bay where they dug in the sand
Is easy to find, it’s nearby at hand.
So if it’s treasure and riches you seek,
Go down to Dollar Bay, and dig on that beach.
