I found this in an article "Irish Come-All-Ye's" by Phillips Barry, in The Journal of American Folk-Lore, Volume 22, Parts 3-4, page 385. There, it cites a book: Folk-Songs of the North Atlantic States, by Phillips Barry (Boston, 1908), "from S. C., Boston, Mass, native of Co. Tyrone."

McLEANE THE JOURNEYMAN

1. "Oh, pretty little girl, come till we set the time
That you and I'll be married, and I can call you mine,
That I can call you mine, my dear, quite happy would I be,
And, my handsome little girl, won't you pad the road with me?"

2. "If I's to pad the road with you, then I'd be much to blame,
Besides, my mother has none but me, and I don't know your name." —
". . . . . . . . . . . . . . the maids they know me well,
My name's McLeane the Journeyman, which many a maid can tell!"

3. "I'll buy you a beaver bonnet, likewise a muslin gown,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . and servants at your call,
And I'll buy you a nice little lap-dog, to follow your jaunting-car!"

4. "A fig for you and your lap-dogs, your jaunting-car likewise,
I'd rather have a young man, with two bright sparkling eyes,
I'd rather have a young man without a penny at all,
That would take me in his arms, and roll me from the wall!"