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Three years having passed without any news,
As Mary stands by her own door, An old beggar came by with a patch on his eye,
And did for her pity implore. "Fair lady," cried he, "your charity bestow,
And I'll tell your fortune beside; The lad whom you mourn will never return
To make little Mary his bride."
" 0 if it be true you tell unto me,
My Willie, my hero, still lives, O if it be true, straightway unto you,
All the money I have I will give." "He is living," quoth he, "all in poverty;
He has been shipwrecked beside; He'll return no more because he is poor,
To make little Mary his bride."
"May the heavens above know the joy that I feel,
And for his misfortune I'll mourn; He's welcome to me, all in poverty,
With his blue jacket tattered and torn." The beggar threw by the patch from his eye,
Likewise the crutch from his side; Blue jacket and trousers and cheeks like a rose,
Young Willie stood by Mary's side.
"Forgive me, fair lady, forgive me," he cried,
"It was only your love that I tried; To the church we'll away before close of day,