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The owls from the battlement cry,
hollow winds seem to murmur around,
O Mary! prepare thee to die,
my blood it runs cold at the sound.
The ORANGE And BLUE.
IT was on Monday morning,
as I was going to Mass,
I had no mind of listing,
until they did me press:
Bad company enticed me to
partake of a full flowing bowl,
And the advance money they gave me,
was a guinea and a crown.
O! my dearest dear he is listed,
and ta'en a white cockade,
O! he is a clever fellow,
besides he's a roving blade.
Sure he is a clever fellow,
and is gone to serve the King;
My very heart is a bleeding
all for the love of him.
It was on a monday morning,
just by the break of day,
The Captain commanded the Leutenant,
to march those men away.
