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And when the Farmer wants a hand,
the Tinker does supply ;
All for to please this comely maid,
as I have done before,
And now I’ll end my merry song,
the barring of the door.
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.
