From the Bodleian broadside collection, 2806 b.11(223):

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MOORLOUGH MARY
[Printed in London between 1863 and 1885]

The first time I saw young Moorlough Mary
Was in a market of sweet Strabane.
Her smiling countenance was so engaging,
The hearts of young men she did trepan.
Her killing glances bereaved my senses
Of peace and comfort by night and day.
In my silent slumbers, I start with wonder.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

To see my darling on a summer morning,
When Flora's fragrance bedecks the lawn,
Her neat deportment and manner courteous,
Around her sporting the lamb and fawn.
On her I ponder where'er I wander,
And still grow fonder, dear maid, of thee.
By thy matchless charms I am enamoured.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

Now I'll away to my situation,
Though recreation is all in vain
On the river Mourin, where lambkins sport,
The rocks re-echoing my plaintive strain.
I'll press my cheese while my wool's a-teasing.
My ewes I'll milk by the peep o' day.
The whirring muircock and lark alarms me.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

On Moorlough banks I will never wander,
Where heifers graze on a pleasant soil,
Where lambkins sporting, fair maids resorting,
The timorous hare and blue heather bell,
The thrush and blackbird will join harmonious,
Their notes melodious on the river brae,
And the little small birds would join the chorus.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

Were I a man of great education,
Or Erin's Isle at my own command,
I'd lay me down on her milk-white bosom.
In wedlock bands, love, we'd join our hands.
I'd entertain thee both night and morning.
With robes I'd deck thee both night and day.
With kisses sweet, love, I would embrace you.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?

Farewell, my charming young Moorlough Mary.
Ten thousand times I bid you adieu.
While life remains in my glowing bosom,
I'll never cease, love, to think on you.
Now I'll away to some lonely valley
With tears bewailing both night and day,
To some silent arbour where none can hear me.
O, Moorlough Mary, won't you come away?