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 Faith I knew it, I would rue it,

Softly cried the brave O’Mulligan:

O you jewel, cruel jewel.

Willing, willing Mrs. Mulligan;





pretty maids, where-e'er you be,

That has ſweethearts on the raging ſea,

Come ſhed a tear along with me,

My love was loſt in the Ramalie.

My love he was a Sailor bold,

As e'er a fair maid did behold;

He was always conſtant and kind to me,

Who has loſt his life in the Ramalie.

The ſeas did roll full mountains high,

There was no daylight in the ſky!

The wind did blow with a diſmal ſhoke,

When the Ramalie was daſh’d againſt a rock.

Five hundred ſeamen ſlout and bold,

Was then on board, as we are told;

Twenty five of them their life did ſave,

The reſt was buried in the watery grave.