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Good-morrow to you sweet-heart,
I to this maid did say,
Why are you up so early?
and where are you going this way?
With cheeks like blooming roses,
the damsel she reply'd,
I'm going to seek my father's sheep,
down by the Shannon-side.
Said I, My lovely damsel,
I'll bear you company,
If you have no objections,
that I do walk with thee.
Kind sir, said she, excuse me,
my friends would me deride,
If I were seen with any man,
upon the Shannon-side.
In transport then I seiz'd her,
gave her a loving kiss;
She said, Forbear such freedom, Sir,
what do you mean by this?
The ground was moss whereon we stood,
her ⟨feet⟩ from her did slide,
And we fell down together,
down by the Shannon-side.
Three times I kiss'd her ruby lips,
as we lay on the grass;
And coming to herself again,
she cry'd, What meaneth this?
Now since you've got your will of me,
make me your wedded ⟨bride⟩,
