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 When Fate gives intimation,

that my last hour is nigh.

With placid resignation

I’ll lay me down and die;

Fond hope my bosom cheering,

that I in heav’n shall see

The lovely Maid of Erin,

who sweetly snng to me.

As I came o’er the Highland hills,

to a farmer’s house I came;

The night being dark, and something wet

I ventur’d into the same.

Where I was kindly treated,

and a pretty lass I spied,

Who ask’d me if I had a wife?

but marriage i denied.

I courted her the li’e-lang night,

till near the dawn of day,

When frankly she to me did say,

alang with you I’ll gae;

For Ireland is a fine country,

and the Scots to you are kin;

So I will gang alang with you,

my fortune to begin.