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And do not leave me here to mourn
upon the Shannon-side.
⟨I⟩ said, My pretty damsel,
from murmur now refrain,
We’ll talk concerning marriage,
when I come back again;
⟨And⟩ do not let your spirits sink,
whate’er will you betide,
⟨Until⟩ you see my face again,
Upon the Shannon-side.
We kiss'd, shook hands, and parted,
and from her I did steer;
⟨I⟩ did not come that way again,
for more than half a year:
⟨Crossing⟩ over a pleasant lawn,
by chance my love I spy’d,
⟨Scarce⟩ able for to walk her lone,
along the Shanhon-side.
⟨I⟩ seem’d to take no notice,
but kept along my way,
⟨All⟩ my love call'd out with all her might,
defiring me to stay;
⟨These⟩ words she spoke, as down her cheeks
the crystal tears did glide,
⟨Sir⟩, Don’t forget the fall you gave,
down by the Shannon-side.
⟨To⟩ me it prov’d a woful fall,
for I’m with child to thee,
⟨And⟩ if you would seem satisfy’d,
