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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 395 |
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But, oh ! she was ungrateful, her parents proved deceitful, And though I loved her faithful, she's a dear maid to me.
Young men and tender maidens, throughout this Irish nation, Who hear my lamentation, I hope you'll pray for me; The truth I will unfold, that my precious blood she sold, In the grave I must lie cold; she's a dear maid to me;
For now my glass is run, and the hour it is come, And I must die for love and the height of loyalty :
I thought it was no harm to embrace her in my arms, Or take her from her parents ; but she's a dear maid to me.
Adieu, my loving father, and you, my tender mother, Farewell, my dearest brother, who has suffered sore for me;
With irons I'm surrounded, in grief I lie confounded, By perjury unbounded ! she's a dear maid to me.
Now, I can say no more; to the Law-board ■ I must go, There to take the last farewell of my friends and counterie; May the angels, shining bright, receive my soul this night, And convey me into heaven to the blessed Trinity.
1 Law-board, gallows. |
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