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In courtship there lies pleasure between my love and I,
I'll go down to yonder valley for to meet my love on high,
I'll go down to yonder valley for to meet my heart's delight,
I'll sit and sing for Mary from morning until night.
I was coming from Mass last Sunday when my love she passed me by,
I knew that I was slighted by the rolling of her eye,
I knew that I was slighted for a man of a low degree,
Saying, "Mary, lovely Mary, these looks have wounded me."
I'll buy a bottle of brandy and I'll place it in my love's hand,
Come pour a drink, love Mary, while courtship lies at hand,
Come pour a drink, love Mary, let the bottle remain with me,
Ten guineas there lies waiting and it's married we will be.
If ever you fall in love with a pretty girl with a dark and a rolling eye,
Just roll her in your loving arms and tell her of many a lie,
Just roll her in your loving arms till it causes her heart to yield,
Like some false-hearted lover that ever stood revealed.
So fare you well, old Carleton, so fare you well to mourn,
So fare you well my blue-eyed girl, I'll never see you any more,
There's Americay lies far, far away, it's a place I'll soon go see,
May the curse be on that young man that stole my love from me!
Collected in 1958 from Mrs. Freeman Bennett [1908-2006] of St. Paul's, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 2, pp.465-466, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
