(7)
I took a pistol in my hand;
and charged it couragiously,
I shot a ball into fair England, into fair. &c.
where I thought my true love might be.
When to fair England I return'd,
I met her father in the street,
My daughter dear is dead, said he, dead, &c.
all for the sake of loving thee.
I went to my love's chamber door,
where oft-times, I had been before.
There sprung a light from my love’s clothes,
just like the morning sun when rose.
All young men who a courting go,
who never made the bells to ring,
Go no more into shady groves, into shady &c.
for to hear the sweet nightingale sing.
The SHEPERDESS Lamenting her DROWNED LOVER.
YE maids of the village attend
the sorrowful tale I now speak,
Oh! refuse not your comfort to lend,
for my heart is just ready to break!
Ye know my dear Caledon well,
he was sprightly, and handsome, & young,
On his lips what persuasion did dwell?
how melodiously soft was his song!
