“ Have you seen my pretty plough-boy she cry’d,
⁠He’s just gone through the deep,
⁠And he’s sailing for the fleet,
And he said my pretty maid will you ride?
⁠She step’d into the boat,
⁠And he row’d her to the ship,
She then to the Captain did complain,
⁠She says I'm come to search
⁠For my own true love,
He’s just gone to the wars to be slain. ”

“ Where’s your character from the county of Tyrone.
⁠For my character,
⁠You need ne’er mind it,
I never was married, or promis’d to none,
⁠Then she swore by her conscience,
⁠She would run all chances,
And travel with me to the county of Tyrone.
⁠Then early next morning,
⁠The sun was adorning,
We travell’d from Killwight by the 3 mile stone,
⁠The guard they pursu’d us,
⁠But never could view us,
I wish’d from my heart I had my love in Tyrone.
⁠As we were a walking,
⁠And lovingly talking,
We met an old man was walking alone ”

“ Virtue and Wit, like April rays,
make Beauty rise the sweeter;
The langer then on thee I gaze,
my Love will grow completer.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”