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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 87
Except you'll cure my anguish which now is in its dawn, You'll cause my sad overthrow, my sweet Coolen Bawn."
Then with a gentle smile she replied unto me.
"I cannot tyrannize, dear Willie, over thee. My father he is wealthy and gives severe command;
If you but gain his favor, I'll be your Coolen Bawn."
In raptures I embrace her; we swore eternal love, And nought should separate us except the power above. '• I hired with her father and left my friends and land That with pleasure I might gaze on my fair Coolen Bawn.
I served him twelve months right faithful and just, Although not used to labor, was true to my trust.
I valued not my wages, I would not it demand, For I could live for ages with my Coolen Bawn.
One morning as her father and I walked out alone, I asked him for his daughter saying: "Sir, it is well known I have a well-stocked farm, five hundred pound in hand Which I'll share with your daughter, my fair Coolen Bawn."
Her father full of anger most scornfully did frown, Saying, "Here are your wages. Now, sir, depart from this town."