6
When I heard that my true love in battle was slain,
I packed up my jewels, from my father's house I came,
Determin'd to wander in lonesome retire,
And there to lament for the youth I admire.
Then young Jemmy of Newry, with a most graceful bow,
Did say, Lovely fair maid, the truth I'll tell you now,
It was false lovers that caus'd me to roam,
And wander so many miles distant from home.
And now, lovely fair maid, if you will agree,
Since we're both cross'd in love, I'll marry with thee;
Then dry up your tears, I'll ease you of your pain
And marry with me, I'll be your kind swain.
To a neighbouring village they then did repair,
Where a licence was bought, and they married were;
And now the two strangers in love both agree,
In a neat little cottage by a shady green tree.
No longer they wander in desarts alone,
In content they do live in their cottage at home,
The lark, thrush, and linnet round their cottage do sing,
And both live as happy as a price of a king.
