Courtship & marriage

Come all you true lovers and a story I'll un-
fold,
Of an undaunted female and a gallant soldier
bold,
Young Mary was a damsel so virtuous and so
kind,
And young William was as gallant a man as
ever crossed the line.
Long time these couple courted, but her father
did not know,
Till the late wars in India nearly proved her
overthrow ;
He enlisted as a soldier brave, but yet she did
not know,
That her William he was going to face the
daring foe.
Young William then one morning he onto her
did say,
I'm going with General Napier to cross the
raging sea,
It's for old England's glory and the girl I do
adore,
I'll face the proud wild Indians on the Sutlej
of Lahore.
Pretty Mary fell a weeping, and the tears fell
from her eyes,
He clasped her to his bosom to hide her sobs
and cries,
A watch and ring he gave to her, saying, adieu
my only store,
So take them as a pledge my love until I return
on shore.
Oh then she tore her lovely hair, and fell in
deep despair,
saying, William, dearest William, pray do
not leave me here.
For I will go along with you where the Indies
cannons roar,
And I'll leave my father's mansion for the lad
that I adore.
Said William, ' Dearest Mary, why you can-
not lend a hand,
With your tender feet, my dear, on the battle-
field can't stand,
Besides body tender body the savage sword
might scar,
So don't face the proud wild Indians on the
Sutlej or L ahore.
She said, ' I'm not afraid, there's none shall
me persuade,
I'll face the proud wild Indians, and he an en-
chanted maid.
I'll leave my father's dwelling, and I'll cross
the seas right o'er,
And I'll fight beside my true love at the Sutlej
or Lahore.
As a soldier then she walked with her lover it
is said,
By her William she did stand and fight in the
midst of the Indian war,
And she faced the proud wild Indians on the
Sutlej and Lahore.
At the storming of their garrison we put them
in surprise;
While our cannons played upon them our bul-
lets made them fly,
They fought them on the Sutlej till the Idians
did give o'er,
Old Mary andher William in the late Indian
war.

            A Neew Song called

          THE BLACK HORSE.

Come all you young bachelors take 'warning
by me,
I would have you shun night walking likewise
bad company,
I rived as happy as a prince when I lived in
the north,
And the first of my misfortunes was to onlist
in the Black Horse.

It was on a certain Tuesday, to Galway I did
go,
Meeting a small officer, which proved to be my
overthrow,
I met with sergeant Atkinson in the marke
as I went down,
He says, young man, would you enlist and be
a light dragoon.

O ! no kind sir, a soldier's life with me would
not agree,
Nor neither will I bind myself down from my
liberty ;
I live as happy as a prince, my mind does
tell me so,
So fare you well, I'm just going down my
shuttles fer to throw.

Are you in a hurray ? or are you going away
Or wont yon stand and listen to those words
I'm going to say ?
Or do you live far from this place ? the name
I'd wish to know,
Your name, kind sir, then, if you please tell
me before you go.

Then I am in a hurry, my dwelling is far,
My place of habitation lies six miles behind
Armagh ;
Charles Egan is my name, from Armagh town
I came,
I ne'er intend to do a crime that I should
den my name,
He says, now cousin Charles, perhaps you
might do worse,
And leave your native country boys and enlist
in the Black Horse,
With all his kind persuasiveness, with him
I did agree,
And I left my native country, boys, and fougn
for liberty.

So fare you well, dear father, likewise my
sisters three,
So fare you well, dear mother, your face I
ne'er will see ;
When we are going through Armagh town
they will ran in our mind,
Se fare you well, dear Carlow town, and the
girl I left behind.