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barren hills and flowery dales,

O’er seas and distant shores,

With merry songs and jocund tales,

I’ve pass’d some pleasant hours;

Tho' wand’ring thus, I ne’er could find

A girl like blythsome Sally,

Who picks, and culls, and cries aloud,

“ Sweet lilies of the valley.”

From whistling o’er the harrow’d turf,

From nestling of each tree,

I chose a soldier’s life to wed,

So social, gay, and free:

Yet tho’ the lasses love me well,

And' often try to rally,

None pleases me like her who cries,

“ Sweet lilies of the valley.”

I’m now return’d, of late discharg’d,

To see my native soil;

From fighting in my country’s cause,

To plough my country’s soil:

I care not which, with either pleas'd,

So I possess my Sally,

That little merry nymph, who cries,

Sweet lies of the valley.”

When I was a serving my time at Drogheda,.

Minding my work, just as I ought to do,

My master’s fair daughter, Miss Biddy O’Dogherty,

Bored a hole in the heart of young Paudien O’ Rafferty.

Fol, lol, lol, &c.

Miss Bid was a nice little girl as she ought to be,

Courted by half the young fellows of Drogheda,