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And then he vow'd his constant love
on Shannon s flow'ry banks,
And then I saw him sail away
and join the hostile ranks
From morn to eve, for twelve dull months,
his absence sad I mourn'd:
The peace was made the ship came back,
but Sandy ne'er return'd.
His beauteous face, his manly form,
has won a nobler fair;
My Sandy's ⟨false⟩ and I forlorn,
must die in sad despair!
Ye gentle maidens see me laid,
while you stand round in ranks,
And plant a willow o'er my head,
on Shannon's flow'ry banks.
THE LASS AT THE MILL.
By the side of a stream at the foot of a hill,
I met with young Nancy who lives at the mill,
My heart leapt with joy at so pleasing a sight,
For Nancy I vow is my only delight.
I told her my love and sat down by her side;
And swore the next morning I d make her my bride
In anger she said, Get out of my sight,
And go to your Jenny, you met here last night.
