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 He march'd them all in rank and file,

all on the Iriſh ſhore.

Fare you well ſweet Molly dear,

if I never ſee you more.

He pulld out his pocket-kerchief,

and wip'd her cryſtal eyes,

He ſays my deareſt jewel

I'm ſorry for your ſighs.

But if ever I come back again,

and all goodneſs fpares my life.

There is not a woman breathing,

but you l'll make my wife.

My dear I will convoy you,

as far as ſweet Straban,

My deareſt I'll convoy you

as far as e'er I can.

My hand I never did give

any man but you,

And now you're going to leave me

for the orange and the blue.

He's gone, he's gone and left me,

behind him ſo: to rove,

His name I'll carve on every tree,

through Belanamurry grove,

Pleaſe God that he return again

and his conſort make me,

I'll prove a faithful loving wife,

until the day I die,