Battle of the Boyn, o(r), King William crosing (sic) the Boyn Water/The Sweet Little Girl That I Love

The SWEET LITTLE GIRL that I LOVE.

MY friends all declare that my time is mispent
While in rural retirement I rove:
I ask no move wealth than dame Fortune has sent
But the sweet little girl that I love.
The role on her cheeks may delight,
She's soft as the down on the dove;
No lily was ever so white,
As the sweet little girl that I love. The, &c.

Though humble my lot, calm content gild the
scene,
For my fair one delights in the grave;
And a palace I'd quite for a dance on the green
With the sweet little girl hat I love. The, &c.

No ambition I'd know but call her my own,
No fame but be praise wish to prove:
My happiness centers in Fanny alone,
She's the sweet little girl that I love the &c.