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( 5 ) He says, my sweet fair one the truth I will tell.

If I was in my own country near Newry I dwell,

But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone,

Which made many a hero go far from his home.

Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades

And take great delight in courting fair-maids,

They kiss them, and press them, and call them their own,

And perhaps your darling lies mour ning at home.

Believe me, my jewel, the case is not so;

I never was married, the truth you must know.

So these strangers agreed as the case it is known.

I wish them both happy & safe to their home.





As Jockey went forth in a fine dewy morning,

He carelesly laid himself under a thorn;

He had not been long there till a damsel came by

And in this youth she cast a languishing eye.

Did you see, said the fair one, a sheep or a ram,

With two little lambs that stray’d from their dam?

If you did, gentle Shepherd,come tell me, I pray,

For my ewes and ewe-lambs do carelesly stray.