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Oung men and maids, I pray draw near,
 * And liten a while unto my ong,
 * And you the truth hall hear,

Its of a bonny black Irih girl,
 * unto this country did belong.

Her wear it was neat, he's very compleat;
 * he’s mild and modet in every degree.

Her mantle is black, and her petticoat red;
 * and an Irih girl ohon was he.

Her mantle was black, and her petticoat red,
 * her pretty blue tockings, as you may ee;

Her brogs was black upon her feet,
 * and an Irih girl ohon was he.

It’s with a green ribbon I’ll ty up my hair,
 * quet over my houlders, as you may ee,

My curchief of linen, my mantle of black;
 * and an Irih girl ohon was he.

There’s many fair maids in this country,
 * there’s more than one, or two, or three,

With their chains of gold about their necks,
 * but none of them all compare with thee.

My name it went out both far and near,
 * many one’s heard of me ne’er did me ee;

I’m pictur'd in gold before the king,
 * and Sarch Collins they do call me.

'Tis I will forake my bibles and books,
 * and o will I my prebetry ;

And I will forake my own religion,
 * to Sarch my dear, to many with thee.