Summary

Belfast shoemaker, or, Bold Irvine and Jane Wilson (1802)

That was the very night, my boys, I thought of liberty.
In taking of my liberty, I fled into the north,
And being wet and weary, I rested in a forth;
I had not long remained there till I rose up again,
And looking all around me, I spy'd five of the train!
Come on, you cowardly rascals! I do you not regard,
I don't regard your officers, tho' they should you reward,
I don't regard your officers, nor with them will I stay;
But your life will spare, for to declare, I gain'd my liberty.
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Belfast shoemaker, or, Bold Irvine and Jane Wilson (1802)

Some women will change, and shift like the wind,
or the swallow that swiftly do fly,
But I am resolv'd ne'er to alter my mind,
but constant remain till I die.
Till I die, but constant remain till I die.
The frowns of blind fortune I never will fear,
altho' it oft will be constant to him,
I still will be true to the man who's my dear,
I'll remain so till my last minute is run,
Is run, I'll remain so till my last minute is run.
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Belfast shoemaker, or, Bold Irvine and Jane Wilson (1802)

Singing more sweet than the blackbirds & thrushes.
⁠On yonder hills and lofty high mountains,
As the sheep were a grazing on each day morning,
Bright Phebus did shine, & the hills were adorning,
As Molly sat milking on a fine summer's morning.
⁠So now to conclude and end my ditty,
To all country lasses that are sweet and pretty,
Never forsake your own country employment,
No city can afford so sweet an enjoyment.
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