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   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 Tyrone.

   I travel'd to Newry,
   Where I fell a-courting,
A-courting a girl for a wife of my own;
   But when I came to her,
   She would not endure me,
She told me I was married in the County Tyrone.

   Then I 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 Tyrone?

   For my character
   You need never mind it;
I never was marry’d, nor promis'd to none.
   Then she swore by her conscience
   She would run all chances,
And travel with me to the County Tyrone.

   Then early next morning,
   While the sun was adorning,
We travd'd from Killwight by the three mile stone;