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THE BONNY LASS OF BANAPHIE.
Once I loved a Lady fair,
She was a beauty I declare,
The only flower of the north country,
That bonny lass of Banaphie.
She being heiress of houses and land,
And I alone a poor farmer's son,
It was her birth and high degree,
That parted my true love and me.
I loved this lady in my heart,
Against our will it was to part,
For she adored me as her life,
In private we were man and wife.
Great Knights and Squires a courting came,
Unto this fair and courtly dame,
But all their offers proved in vain,
For none her favour could obtain.
But when her father came to know,
How that I loved his daughter so,
He Judas like, betrayed me,
For keeping of her companie.
