Between Cashil and Thurlish, I met a fair maiden, As I was a walking Along the high-way: I laid her down softly, In a fine dewy morning, O! are you distracted Young man she did say.
That very day se'nnight, I met this fair maiden, As I was a walking Along the same way, Shew drew very nigh me, And shook hands most kindly, With kisses most sweetly She wept and did say;
Here's a letter from my father, And blessings from my mother; And 'tis all for the love That I bear unto you: You shall have your bargain, And a thousand pounds sterling, O! love, I'll be your darling, Your joys to renew.
I like well your saying, My own pretty maiden; Yea, and I could live For ever with you: But I am contracted, These five quarters passed, To John Bailey's daughter, In the county of Meo.
O don't be so cruel, My own dearest jewel! For who shall I father My sweet baby to? My name's Captain Delany, No blushes shall shame me, You will find me in Straw-belly, In the county of Meo.