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 ( 5 ) Thro' lonely wild desarts and Hills I'll roam, To wild birds and fillies I'll make my moan; All riches and grandeur I now will disdain, Thro the world I'll wander for my darling ſwain H is breath is more ſweet than the roses in June, His eyes are like diamonds or orbs of the moon; His ſkin's like clear amber, just from the mine; He's up to perfection, my own darling ſwain! My love he is proper, he's tali,& Hie's trim; There is none in the world that can equal him; All ſorrow & trouble I'll endure with aut pain, Was I ſure to meet with my darling ſwain ! My father he thought then his point for to gain, By parting his daughter from her darling ſwain; But for to vex him. I ever will be Jamie's true& constant young Gragal Machree.

THE BUNNY BEDS OF ROSES. As I was a-walking one morning in Iday, The ſmall birds were ſinging delightful&gay, There I with my true love did oft ſport & play Down amongſt the bonny beds of roses. My pretty brown girl, come fit on my knee, There's none in the world I can fancy but thee, Nor will I ever change my old love for a new, So try pretty brown girl do not leave me.