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 ( 7 ) THE IRISH GIRL.

Abroad as I was walking, down by a river-fide, In gazing all around me, an Irifh girl I fpy'd So red and rofy were her cheeks, and yellow was her hair. And fo coftly were the robes that this Irifh girl did wear.

The tears ran down her rofy checks,, and fhe began to cry, O ye falfe deluding men, and full of perjury ! Now I may fing O Granaebree, fince now for him I die; My love is gone to Ireland, and quite forfaken me.

One night as I lay on my bed, both fick and bad was I, I called for a napkin around my head to tie; Was be as bad in love perhaps, then I might mend again. For love it is a killing thing, did you ever feel the pain ?

For in true love fhe is more fair than the lilly that grows And fbe bath a voice more clear than the high wind that blows ;