Between Cashil and Thurlish,I met a fair maiden,As I was a walkingAlong the high-way:I laid her down softly,In a fine dewy morning,O! are you distractedYoung man she did say.
That very day se'nnight,I met this fair maiden,As I was a walkingAlong the same way,Shew drew very nigh me,And shook hands most kindly,With kisses most sweetlyShe wept and did say;
Here's a letter from my father,And blessings from my mother;And 'tis all for the loveThat 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 liveFor 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 fatherMy 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.
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