“ GRAGAL MA CHREE.
I Am a young lover that is forely oppress’d
Enthrall'd by a far one & can find rest
Her name I'll not mention, tho’ wounded I be
By Cupid's kind arrow for Gragal ma Chree.
When first I beheld this female most fair,
My eyes were eclips'd by her beauty so rare,
By her killing glances he so enchanted me,
In anguish I'll languish for Gragal ma Chree.
Her lips are like coral, her cheeks like the rose
Her skin is like lillies, and is black as sloes
She is handsome and proper in every degree,
No female can equal sweet Gragal ma Chree. ”

“ If the love grandeur, day and night
⁠i'll plot my nation's glory,
Find favour in my prince's fight,
⁠and shine in future story.
Beauty can wonders work with ease
⁠where wit is corresponding,
And bravest men know best to please,
⁠with complaisance abounding.
My bonny Maggy's love can turn
⁠me to what shape she pleases,
If in her breast that flame shall burns
⁠which in my bosom bleezes.
F I N I S.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Alas! alas! he cried aloud,
⁠she did me trepan,
I've inlifted a young Lady
⁠I though was a man.
The soldiers they daily
⁠on him do make fun,
They always are a jeering him,
⁠for what he has done! ”