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He says, my sweet fair one the truth I will tell.
If I was in my own country near Newry I dwell,
But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone,
Which made many a hero go far from his home.
Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades
And take great delight in courting fair-maids,
They kiss them, and press them, and call them their own,
And perhaps your darling lies mour ning at home.
Believe me, my jewel, the case is not so;
I never was married, the truth you must know.
So these strangers agreed as the case it is known.
I wish them both happy & safe to their home.
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JOCKEY THE SHEPHERD:
As Jockey went forth in a fine dewy morning,
He carelesly laid himself under a thorn;
He had not been long there till a damsel came by
And in this youth she cast a languishing eye.
Did you see, said the fair one, a sheep or a ram,
With two little lambs that stray’d from their dam?
If you did, gentle Shepherd,come tell me, I pray,
For my ewes and ewe-lambs do carelesly stray.
