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 Althouglh she lost her maiden-head; O what the war is she.

I think I hear the damsels wed; to a farmers son near by; And when the Farmer wants a hand; the Tinker does supply; All for to please this comely maid; as I have done before; And now I'll end my merry song; the barring of the door.

The CONGHANNAN MAID. IVE my service to my jewel; that lives at Conghannan-mill; Tell her if she marries another; it will be sore against my will. Sireno erah agum ; sireno stumorrow; Sireno erah agum ; sireno stumorrow; Yonder stands a pretty creature; and her skins as white as snow; I will court her for her favour; let her answer ay or no.

As I was sitting in an ale-house; of my liquor I was free; I heard a story of my jewel; which I am sure it grieved me. Sireno &c For listen ; listen and I’ll tell you; how this maiden play’d her part;