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  I bring the laſſie back to me that’s ay ſae neat an’ clean, An’ blink o’ her wad baniſh cure, ſae charming is my Jean,

What ſighs and vows amang the knows ha’e paſt atween us twa, How fain to meet how wae to part, that day ſhe gade awa, The powers aboon can only keen to whom the heart is ſeen, What nane can be ſae dear to me as my ſweet lovely Jean.

ROM Dankirk in France, in the month of September, Fitted out was a fleet and away they did ſail,
 * and Monſieur Thurot being their commander,

They had for their headsman, were ſure not to fail
 * so away they did ſteer, without dread or fear,

So they robbed and plundered all ſhips that they found, Until that they came to the coaſt of old Ireland,
 * and landed their men upon the Iriſh-ground,

It was at Carrickfergus, in the north of that kingdom,
 * they landed their men, and march’d up to their wall,

Then cried out the brave Colonel Jennings,
 * my boys let’s ſalute them with powder and balls.

So the battle began, and the guns they did rattle,
 * and bravely they ſought under Jenning’s command,

Said he, play away, play on my brave boys,
 * the Monſieur the force of our fire cannot ſtand

The town they did take without any reſiſtance,
 * the caſtle they thought was as easy likewiſe,

They came marching up in ſhee grand diviſions,
 * our guarded it was by the brave Iriſh boys,

They kept conſtant firing and made them retire,
 * all their ammuntition entirely was done,