Jovial tinker and the farmer's daughter/The Conghannan Maid

THE CONGHANNAN MAID.

To its own Proper Tune.

GIVE my service to my jewel,
that lives at Conghannan-mill,
Tell her if she marries another,
’twill be sore against my will.

CHORUS.

Sireno erah agam, sireno stumorow,
Sireno erah agam, sireno stumorow.

Yonder stands a pretty creature,
and her skins as white as snow,
I will court her for her favour,
let her answer, ay or no. Sireno &c.

As I was sitting in an ale-house,
of my liquor I was free,
I heard a story of my jewel,
which I’m sure it grieveth me. &c.

For listen, listen, and I’ll tell you,
how this maiden play'd her part,
First she vow’d, and swore die lov’d me,
now she strives to break my heart. &c.

If I had her in the deer park,
down below Glenaran town,
I would build my love a castle,
where no man durst pull it down. &c.

If I had her in the deer park,
below the shadow of yon tree ;
Since pretty Molly has me forsaken,
which I’m sure it grieveth me. &c.

You High-church and Presbyterians,
I pray you to take my advice,
Do not court a Romish Lady,
for fear she leave you in my place. &c.

Now my song is almost ended,
I intend to sing no more.
Since pretty Molly’s me forsaken,
adieu to her for evermore.
Sireno erah agam, sireno stumorow, &c.