Sally Gray (1810-1825)
“ That caus'd you to wander so far from your home, And made us meet strangers in this desart alone. He says, my sweet fair one the truth I will tell. If I was in my own country near Newry I dwell, But yet to misfortunes my love I was prone, Which made many a hero go far from his home. Sir the lads of sweet Newry are all roving blades And take great delight in courting fair-maids, They kiss them, and press them, and call them their own, And perhaps your darling lies mour ning at home. ”
