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 Then my true love and I will dance, sing and play,

Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

Then away to the church we will walk with an air,

Kind Hymen proclaim us to be the happy pair,

Her bosom I’ll press, and her chains I will wear,

Down amongst the bonny beds of Roses.

As I was a walking one morning in the Spring,

The Winter going out and the Summer coming in,

The cuckow sand cuckow, you’re welcome here again

And I pray you stay among the green bushes.

 

, Captain Agra, I’m going to lift,

Will you lend me the loan of your hand in my fist?

I’m going to Dublin, is this the straight way?

I was not there to-morrow nor here yesterday.

When I went to Dublin, that very fine place,

I went to Green Castle or e’er I did cease;

I look’d all around me to fee what I could spy,

E’er a one in the world to make a soldier of I.

The first thing I saw was a man on horseback,

With a red coat and a three-cocked-hat;

I boldly stept to him and made a low stoop,

And swore by my durk I would lift in his troop.

The first thing they gave me was a fine red coat.

With three straps of leather to gird me about;

With a scabbard at my side, and a pouch to put on,

Oh! then for the wars as bold as I can.

The next thing they gave me was a black-horse,

He lifted me on and my legs went across:

But he would not stir till I gave him the flee!,

And then my brave gelding could run to the deed.