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3 The owls from the battlement cry,

hollow winds seem to murmur around,

O Mary! prepare thee to die,

my blood it runs cold at the sound.





IT was on Monday morning,

as I was going to Mass,

I had no mind of listing,

until they did me press:

Bad company enticed me to

partake of a full flowing bowl,

And the advance money they gave me,

was a guinea and a crown.

O! my dearest dear he is listed,

and ta'en a white cockade,

O! he is a clever fellow,

besides he's a roving blade.

Sure he is a clever fellow,

and is gone to serve the King;

My very heart is a bleeding

all for the love of him.

It was on a monday morning,

just by the break of day,

The Captain commanded the Leutenant,

to march those men away.