Watty's wedding, or, The old maiden's marriage/Answer to Gragal Machree

ANSWER

TO GRAGAL MACHREE.

HARD by a clear fountain, in the ſweet month of May,
In ſearch of my true love I happ'ned to ſtray;
I heard a young damſel there loudly complain,
In ſorrow, for parting from her darling ſwain.

O cruel parents, where-ever you be,
That baniſh’d my darling ſweet Jamie from me;
No other man breathing my favour ſhall gain,
The pride of all nature's my own darling ſwain.

Thro' lonely wild deſarts and hills I'll roam,
To wild birds and fiſhes I'll make my moan;
All riches and grandeur I now will diſdain,
Thro’ the world I'll wander for my darling ſwain.

His breath is more ſweet than the roſes in June!
His eyes are like diamonds, or orbs of the moon!
His ſkin like clear amber juſt from the mine!
He's cut up to perfection my own darling ſwain.

My love he is proper, he's tall, and he's trim!
There is none in the world that can equal him!
All ſorrow and trouble I'll endure without pain,
Was I ſure to meet with my darling ſwain.

My father he thought then his point for to gain,
By parting his daughter from her darling ſwain;
But, for to vex him, I ever will be
Jamie's true and conſtant young Gragal Machree.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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