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His eyes are like diamonds, or orbs of the moon!
His ſkin like clear amber juſt from the mine!
He's cut up to perfection my own darling ſwain.
My love he is proper, he's tall, and he's trim!
There is none in the world that can equal him!
All ſorrow and trouble I'll endure without pain,
Was I ſure to meet with my darling ſwain.
My father he thought then his point for to gain,
By parting his daughter from her darling ſwain;
But, for to vex him, I ever will be
Jamie's true and conſtant young Gragal Machree.
MOLL AND HER MISTRESS.
SAYS Moll to her Miſtress, I long to be marry'd,
For there is great danger in too long delay;
To ſee myself ſingle, my mind is uneasy,
For marriage is pleasant, I hear people ſay:
Besides, I'm fifteen, my days are a-wasting,
Therefore I'm afraid lest my beauty decay;
The boys ſay they love me, in truth they're not jesting,
And oh! to be marry'd if this be the way.
