SWEET JEAN of TYRONE.
MY father often told me,
He never would controul me,
But make me a draper if I staid at home,
But I took a notion,
Of a higher promotion,
To try other parts than the county of Tyrone.
It was not in variance,
That I left my parents,
As little they knew the road I had gone;
But I thank my instructor,
And kindly conductor
Who landed me safe from the county of Tyrone.
When I travelled to Newry,
Where I fell a courting,
A courting a girl for a wife of-my own,
But when l came to her,
She would not endure me,
She told me l was married in the county of Tyrone.
Then l staid a whole season,
At the cotton weaving,
Still thinking my true love would alter her tone,
But with quick apprehension,
She quickly made mention,
Where’s your character from the county of Tyrone.
For my character,
You need ne’er mind it,
I never was married, or promis’d to none,
Then she swore by her conscience,
She would run all chances,
And travel with me to the county of Tyrone.
Then early next morning,
The sun was adorning,
We travell’d from Killwight by the 3 mile stone,
The guard they pursu’d us,
But never could view us,
I wish’d from my heart I had my love in Tyrone.
As we were a walking,
And lovingly talking,
We met an old man was walking alone ;
He told them he met us,
And where they would get us,
And that we were talking of the county of Tyrone.
This eased their trouble,
Their steps they did double,
And said if they'd get me they’d break all my bones,
They said if they’d get me,
A prisoner they’d make me,
Transmit me to Onag, and hang me in Tyrone.
There was a water nigh us,
Where vessels were lying,
And all the whole story to them we made known,
They threw a plank to us,
And on board they drew us,
And told us their vessel was bound to Tyrone.
Then my love lay a dying,
Lamenting and crying,
I offer’d her a cordial which I brought from home,
But with quick apprehension,
She quickly rejected.
I’ll be doing without it till I come to Tyrone.
When we arrived
In our native country,
I all the whole case to my father made known,
Five hundred pounds he gave us,
If that will not do us,
He’ll crown us with glory in the county of Tyrone.
These two live together,
In joy and great pleasure,
If you want to see them you must go to Tyrone,
My love’s name to finish,
Is Miss Jeany Innes,
And myself bold M‘Ginnes from the county of Tyrone.
Glasgow, Printed by J.& M. Robertson, Saltmarket, 1802.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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