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As I roved out one evening in the springtime of the year,
Through flowering fields and sweet latels my courses I did steer;
There I see all the young soldiers and a pretty maid,
Sat gazing on each other's company in the shade.
I was struck all in amazement when I saw the damsel fair,
Her jet black locks was hanging down all over her shoulder bare;
Her fair fine face enticed me, which caused me to delay,
I sat awhile in ambush to hear what they did say.
The soldier broke the silence, these words to her did say,
"Cheer up, my lovely Sally, and do not be dismayed;
The regiments are gathering, in short I will away,
For I hear the bugle sounding and that call I must obey.
"O Sally, lovely Sally, you best mind what I do say,
For Englishmen are always brave, wherever that they go;
And a thousand more young Irish boys must join so well as me,
And we must fight, conquer, or die, before the enemy.
"Cheer up, my lovely Sally, and do not be dismayed,
While on the plains of India we show what we can do;
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When this young couple had to part, down her cheeks the tears did roll,
They did embrace each other, their hearts then filled with woe;
"I hope kind fortune will favor you and vict'ries crown your joy,
My earnest prayer for your welfare, my brave young soldier boy."
