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A bunch of young men who were inclined for to roam,
To seek for employment and pleasure find none;
Among their bold number stood Donald Munroe,
And into America he was forced for to go.
He left his two sons with their uncle to stay,
For he was not able their passage to pay;
The price of their passage you know it was dear,
So boys, be contented, stay home in good cheer.
Those boys being discontented and troubled in mind,
To stay with their uncle they were not inclined;
They shipped on a voyage to sail over the main,
In hopes they might see their old father again.
They landed in America, took a boy for a guide,
To seek out that country where their dear father lied;
Together they rambled till they came to a grove,
Where the green leaves and branches appeared for to move.
Those two highway robbers lay hid in the wood,
And pointed their pistols where the two brothers stood;
They planted their bullets in their lily white breasts,
And rushed on their victims like savage, wild beasts.
Oh you hard-hearted monsters, oh you blood-thirsty hounds,
You might not have shot us till the one we had found;
We're in search of our father, he's the one we love dear,
And we haven't seen him for seven long years.
And who is your father, and what is his name?
Who is your father, may I know the same?
He left us in Scotland seven, twelve-months ago,
Perhaps you might know him, his name is Munroe.
The old man gazed on them with a tear in his eye,
The old man gazed on them with a sad, sad surprise;
Here's a curse to my arrow for the deed I have done,
Now cursed be my fortune if I've murdered my son.
And who is that young man lies dead by your side?
Who is that young man, the old man he cried;
He's my only brother, he's your youngest son,
Now cursed be your fortune for the deed you have done.
Don't tell our dear mother that we're lying here,
It will only distress her, cause her great despair;
We're in hopes for to meet her on a happier shore,
Where you won't be able to shoot us no more.
