“ Still the humour prevails tho' maturer I'm grown,
⁠I am happy to smile time away;
The frolicks of fancy I still make my own,
⁠And pleasantly spin out the day;
When the dull or the splenetic, censure or chide
⁠At my innocent freedom and prate.
I titter to bear their nonsenical pride,
⁠For I cannot help laughing at that.
Young Collin declares for husband I 'm fit,
⁠So he courts me from morning to night;
On the charms of my person displays all his wit,
⁠And I own that it gives me delight ”

“ O can't you! she cry'd: well I love you for that.
⁠Say did you not meet her last night on this spot?
O Jamie! O Jamie! you can't have forgot;
I heard the whole story this morning from Mat;
You still may deny it, I love you for that.
⁠’Tis false. I reply d, dear Nancy believe;
For Mat is a rover, and means to deceive:
You very well know he has ruin'd young Pat,
And sure my dear charmer must hate him for that.
⁠Come, come then, she cry'd, if you man to be kind,
I'll own 'twas to know the true state of your mind. ”

“ His beauteous face, his manly form,
⁠has won a nobler fair;
My Sandy's false and I forlorn,
⁠must die in sad despair!
Ye gentle maidens see me laid,
⁠while you stand round in ranks,
And plant a willow o'er my head,
⁠on Shannon's flow'ry banks.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”