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⟨The⟩ minstrels all be on our call,
when you see his horses coming;
(illegible text)s music spring spare not your string,
when your hear his bridles ringing.
⟨He⟩ call'd on Mag her chamber maid,
and Jeanny her gentle comas,
⟨To⟩ bring me a bottle of the good Spanish wine,
for to drink his health that's coming.
⟨She⟩ gently tripped down the stair,
and away to the gate to meet him:
⟨You⟩ are welcome, you lord of the Boyne,
you are welcome home from London.
⟨If⟩ this be so, come let me know,
come kiss me for my coming;
⟨Yet⟩ tomorrow should have been my wedding day,
If I had staid in London.
⟨She⟩ gave the glass out of her hand,
She was a woeful woman,
⟨The⟩ morrow should be your wedding day,
go back to your whores in London.
⟨He⟩ looked o'er his right shoulder,
his comely court behind him,
⟨This⟩ is is a merry welcome, he says,
that we have got from London.
