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 I took a pistol in my hand;

and charged it couragiously,

I shot a ball into fair England, into fair. &c.

where I thought my true love might be.

When to fair England I return'd,

I met her father in the street,

My daughter dear is dead, said he, dead, &c.

all for the sake of loving thee.

I went to my love's chamber door,

where oft-times, I had been before.

There sprung a light from my love’s clothes,

just like the morning sun when rose.

All young men who a courting go,

who never made the bells to ring,

Go no more into shady groves, into shady &c.

for to hear the sweet nightingale sing.





E maids of the village attend

the sorrowful tale I now speak,

Oh! refuse not your comfort to lend,

for my heart is just ready to break!

Ye know my dear Caledon well,

he was sprightly, and handsome, & young,

On his lips what persuasion did dwell?

how melodiously soft was his song!