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[ 6 ] 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.

 

To its own Proper Tune.

IVE my service to my jewel, that lives at Conghannan-mill, Tell her if she marries another, ’twill be sore against my will. CHORUS.

Sireno erah agam, sireno stumorow, Sireno erah agam, sireno stumorow.

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. Sireno &c.

As I was sitting in an ale-house, of my liquor I was free, I heard a story of my jewel, which I’m sure it grieveth me. &c.

For listen, listen, and I’ll tell you, how this maiden play'd her part, First she vow’d, and swore die lov’d me, now she strives to break my heart. &c.