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 Then my fancy I did feed,
 * All on the fairest of her sex,

With her long train of yellow hair,
 * That hung in ringlets on her neck.

But now she's gone, I'm almost mad,
 * The young men flock to see her pass,

To see whose fortune it might be,
 * For to enjoy the Tin Ware Lass.

Was I a lord, peer or champion,
 * Or crown'd with noble deeds,

I would lay by such dignities,
 * And dress myself in rustic weeds.

A rural life wad be my choice,
 * In hopes that it might come to pass,

That I may meet upon the green
 * My handsome, charming Tin Ware Lass.

There's Paris, Priam's darling son,
 * Or his beloved Hecuba,

Juno, Venus, or Minerva,
 * Fairer sure he never saw.

Had he but seen this fair image,
 * When in her simple rustic dress,

He would describe her as some goddess,
 * For she's my handsome Tin Ware Lass.

Had Prince Leander seen this maid,
 * He never would, for his Hero's charms,

Have ventur'd to swim the raging main,
 * Or died in Neptune's watery arms.

For she's the queen of all that scene,
 * There's none on earth can her surpass,

Above all the maids from Cork to Aberdeen,
 * I mean my charming Tin Ware Lass.

But now she's gone I'm left alone,
 * My blessing will attend the fair,