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New song called the Black Horse

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             A New Song

    The Black Horse.

Come all you airy bachelors, a warning
take by me,
I would have you shun night walking,
like wise bad company,
I lived as happy as a prince when I lived
in the north,
And the first of my misfortunes was
enlist in the Black Horse.

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

O no ! kind sir, a soldier' life with me
would not ag e
Nor neither will I bind myself down rro
my liberty ;
I lived as happy as a prince,—my mind
does tell me so,
o fare you well, I'm just going down my
shuttle now to throw.

So are you in a hurry ?—or are yon go-
ing away ?
Now won't you stand and listen to thos
words I'm goiug 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,
o me before you go ?

Then I am in a hurry, and my dwelling
is not far,
My place of habitation lies six miles
hind Armagh ;
Charles Egan is my name, from Armagh
town I came,
I ne'er intend to do a crime that I should
deny my name.

He said, now cousin Charles, perhaps you
might do worse,
Now leave your native country, boys, and
enlist in the Black Horse ;
By all his kind persuasiveness with him I
did agree,
And I left my native country, boys, and
fought for heresy.

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 run in our mind,
So fare you well, dear Ca low town, an
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You Muses nine, with me combine,
And grant me some relief,
While here alone I sigh and moan,
And overpowered with grief ;
I am left here in dread and fear,
Far from my friends at home,
With a troubled mind no rest can find,
Since I left the Shamrock rShoe.

n the blooming spring when birds do sing
And the lambs do sport and play,
My way I took, my friends forsook,
Till I came to Dublin Quay ;
entered as a passenger,
For Liverpool I sailed o'er,
And I bid farewell to all my friends,
And the girl of the Shamrock Shore

To Glasgow fair I did repair,
Some pleasure there to find,
own it was a pleasant place,
Down by the banks of Clyde
The people there wer every nice,
And rich were the pearls they wore,
I seen none there that could compare,
To the maids of the Shamrock Shore.

Tis when at night I go to bed,
For rest I cannot find none,
When I compose my eyes to close,
I think on the joys at home ;
Tis when I drink I always think,
As I often did before,
When I thought long to compose my song
In praise of the Shamrock Shore.

Now to conclude, God bless my friends,
For my quill begins to fail,
arewell unto you, mother dear,
hope you won't bewail ;
Farewell now to my comrades all,
And the girl I do adore,
And I think long to sing my song,
In praise of the Shamrock Shore.

Maiden, why so sad & lonely.

Maiden, why so sad and lonely?
Why those oft repeated sighs ?
Is it hope deferred, or only
Fancied woes that dew t ne eyes

Young nnd lovely, all nts
Ought to fleet on gol wings,
And thy pure heart's rich endowments

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