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(3) My joys are all fled, ſince ſhe's going to wed

with that young 'Squire of high renown;

And ſince it is ſo, I muſt bid adieu

unto lovely Molly and the County of Down.

Through woods and mountains, and rural fountains,

ſhall be the places I now will roam,

Where the purling rills, that the rock diſtils,

they will ſeem to weep, when they hear the moan

That I do make, for my true love's ſake,

and each word I ſpeak the valleys will reſound,

While I'm complaining for that fair female,

ſweet lovely Molly of the County of Down.

I am now like David, ſore perſecuted,

by them he lov'd, and would wiſh to ſerve,

But the cruel ſpirit, deſpiſing merit,

they gave him uſage he did not deſerve;

It's ſo by me, for that lovely ſhe,

for the ſake of riches left me alone,

To pine and grieve, while I've time to live,

for ſweet lovely Molly of the County of Down.

 



THREE JOLLY PAPER-MAKERS.

To its own Proper Tune.

Jolly batchelors jolly and gay,

Being all Paper-makers, by what I've heard ſay,

And they on a frolick by chance took their way,

For to ramble abroad at their pleaſure.

The very firſt place that they ſat themſelves down,

It happen'd to be into Kiſhorton town,

There at the King's arms to drink bear that was brown,

Which they did with abundance of pleaſure.