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   The guard they pursu’d us,
   But never could view us,
I wish’d from my heart I had my love in Tyrone.

   As we were a-walking,
   And lovingly talking,
We met an old man, was walking alone;
   He told them he met us,
   And where they would get us,
And that we were talking of the County Tyrone

   This eased their trouble,
   Their steps they did double,
And said, if they’d get me, they’d break all my bones;
   They said, if they’d get me,
   A prisoner they’d make me,
Transmit me to Onag, and hang me in Tyrone.

   There was a water nigh us,
   Where vessels were lying,
And all the whole story to them we made known;
   They threw a plank to us,
   And on board they drew us,
And told us their vessel was bound to Tyrone.

   Then my love lay a-dyihg,
   Lamenting and crying!
I offer’d her a cordial which I brought from home,
   But with quck apprehension
   She my present rejected,
I’ll be doing without it, till I come to Tyrone.