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 Expecting that evening with pleasure to see,

Some fine talk, of love from sweet Gragal my Chree.

But the cruel villain which did entrust,

Of all men breathing, I’m sure he is the worst;

For he prov’d a deceiver, and traitor to me,

He never gave the letter to Gragal ma Chree.

Straightway to her father he went out of hand,

And gave him my letter as I understand;

When the old man did read it, he swore bitterly,

He would alter the case with sweet Gregal ma Chree.

He said to his daughter with a frightful disdain,

Here is a love letter from your darling swain;

So never deny it, it is plain you may see,

He titles you here his sweet Gragal ma Chree.

His lovely sweet daughter she fell on her knees,

Saying, Honoured Father, pray do as you please;

For if by wild horses I tortured should be,

I ne’er will deny I’m his Gragal ma Chree.

A horse was made ready without more delay,

To same foreign country she was sent away;

Though I have been searching this whole country,

I never could hear of sweet Gragal ma Chree.

Now I will travel fair Ireland all round,

In hopes that in some part my love may be found;

And if I don’t find her I’ll mourn constantly,

And my last dying words will be Gragal ma Chree.





Ard by a clear river in the sweet month of May,

In search of my true love I happ’ned to stray,

I heard a young damsel there loudly complain,

In sorrow for parting from her darling swain.

O cruel parents wherever you be,

That banish’d my darling sweet Jamie from me,

No other man breathing my favour shall gain,

But the pride of all Nature’s my own darling swain.