The Jovial Rantin' Highlandman/Yougal Harbour
YOUGAL HARBOUR
OR,
Pretty Nancy of Capperquin.
I being on my rambles on a ſummer's morning,early as the day did dawn,And Sol appear'd in his pomp and glory,I took my way thro' a pleaſant lawn:The pinks and roſes were ſweetly blowingand linets warbling in each ſhade,I being alarmed by a killing charmer,near Yougal Harbour I met this maid.
Her aſpect pleaſing, her ſmiles engaging,I thought ſhe really would attract my mind;As I view'd each feature, I thought on the fairthat in Rathangan I had left behind.
Her glancing eyes being moſt ſurpriſing,Oh! I think, young man, I ſaw you before,Here, in your abſence, in grief I languiſh,My dear, you re welcome to me once more.
You know, kind ſir, that you once deceived,when of me you had got your will;You're now returned, I will ceaſe to mourn,your promiſe now you do fulfil;And a darling boy for you I m rearing,as in your travels you have ever ſeen.So if you agree, and come home with me,we will live happy in Capperquin.
Oh! no, fair maiden, l muſt tell you plainly,here to remain I will not agree;It was your parents that did diſdain me,which made me firſt quit this country.Don't you remember that day we ſported, by yon ſhady arbour, on a pleaſant green?It was there you told me I ſhould get your portion,with a handſome farm near Capperquin.
But when your father would not receive me,O then to Leinſter l did repair.And then fell a courting another fair one,in ſweet Rathangan, nigh to Kildare:It s to her I'll go and leave off roving,as her favours I m in hopes to win;And ever more will her adore:ſo farewell Nancy of Capperquin.