“ I chose a soldier’s life to wed,
⁠So social, gay, and free:
Yet tho’ the lasses love me well,
⁠And' often try to rally,
None pleases me like her who cries,
⁠“ Sweet lilies of the valley.”
I’m now return’d, of late discharg’d,
⁠To see my native soil;
From fighting in my country’s cause,
⁠To plough my country’s soil:
I care not which, with either pleas'd,
⁠So I possess my Sally,
That little merry nymph, who cries,
⁠Sweet lies of the valley.”
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale:
That blooms in the valley, that blooms in the vale;
Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
He prais’d me, and said that his love was sincere,
Not one on the green was so charming and fair ”

“ She look’d like an angel when knitting her stocking O,
I drew close my chair, and laid hold of her bottom O*.
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fol, lol, lol, &c.
When I found myself close by my darling a sitting
Says I, my dear creature, come throw by your knitting
And listen a while till I tell you how I love you, why,
And how much I adore you, Miss Biddy O’Dogherty
⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fol, lol, lol, &c.
O can’t you be aisy, Pat, don’t be a teasing. ”