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 But I hope you'll not ill use me in this desart alone,

As I am a poor stranger, and far from my own.

My dear to ill use you indeed I ne'er will,

My heart's blood to save you indeed I would spill,

I'd strive for to ease and relieve all your moan,

And wish to convey you safe back to your home.

Therefore my dear jewel, if you would agree,

And if ever you marry to marry with me,

I'd be your guardian thro' those desarts unknown,

Until with your parents I'd leave you at home.

Sir, where is your country, I'd wish for to know.

And what's the misfortunes you did undergo?

That caus'd you to wander so far from your home.

And made us meet strangers in this desart alone.

He says, my sweet fair one the truth I will tell,

If was in my own country near Newry I dwell,

But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone,

Which made many a hero go far from his home.

Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades,

And take great delight in courting fair maids,

They kiss them & press them, & call them their own,

And perhaps your darling lies mourning at home.

Believe me my jewel, the case is not so,

I never was married, the truth you must know,

So these strangers agreed as the case it is known,

And I wish them both happy & safe to their home.





Sweet country life is both pleasant & charming,

For to walk abroad in a fine summer's morning,

Your houses and cities, and lofty fine towers,

Can never compare to the sweet shady bowers.