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My Parents Treated Me Tenderly
2 My parents did treat me tenderly, They had no child but me,
But my mind was bent on roving, With them I couldn't agree.
3 There was a noble gentleman In yonder town drew nigh ; He had one only daughter, On her I cast my eye.
4 She was young and tall and handsome, Most beautiful and fair;
There wasn't a girl in that whole town With her I could compare.
5 I told her my intention ; It was to cross the main.
It's, love, will you prove faithful Till I return again?
6 She said she would prove faithful Till death did prove unkind.
We kissed, shook hands and parted, I left my girl behind.
7 It's when I left old Ireland, To Scotland I was bound. I'll march from Zion to me To view the country round.
8 The girls were fair and plenty there And all to me proved kind,
But the dearest object of my heart Was the girl I left behind.