C, The Wexford Tragedy Or, The False Lover was printed in a Scottish chapbook in 1818 by [Yellich and] T. Johnston of Falkirk, Scotland. It is a reduction of 8 1/2 stanzas or divided 17 stanzas and appears: "The freemason's song; to which are added, The Wexford Tragedy Or, The False Lover and My Friend and Pitcher. Printed for Freemason[s], 1818." I give the text in full with divided stanza as found in printed versions of B:
THE FALSE LOVER. [Wexford Tragedy]
1. My parents rear'd me tenderly, Endeavouring for me still, And in the town of Wagan They bought me to a mill.
2. Where there I spied a Wexford girl, That had a black rolling eye, And I offered to marry her If she would with me lie.
3. In six months after this, This maid grew big with child, Marry me, dear Johnny, As you did me beguile;
4. I promised to marry her, As she was big with child: But little did this fair maid know Her life I would beguile.
5. I took her from her sister's door, At 8 o'clock at night, But little did this fair maid know, I her bore a spite;
6. I invited her to take a walk To the fields a little way, That we might conclude a while And appoint a wedding day.
7. But as we were discoursing Satan did me surround I pulled a stick out of the hedge, And knock'd this fair maid down.
8. Down on bended knees she fell, And for mercy she did cry; I'm innocent, don't murder me, For I'm not prepar'd to die.
9. He took her by the yellow hair And dragged her along, And threw her in the river, That ran both deep and strong,
10. All in the blood of innocence His hands and clothes were dy'd He was stained with the purple gore Of his intended bride.
11. Then returning to his mother's door, At 12 o'clock at night But little did his mother think How he had spent the night,
12. Come tell me dear Johnny What dy'd your hands and clothes? The answer he made her was, Bleeding at the nose.
13. He called for a candle To light himself to bed, And all the whole night over, The damsel lay dead,
14. And all the whole night over, Peace nor rest he could find, For the burning flames of torment, Before his breast did shine.
15 In three days after, This fair maid she was miss'd, He was taken up on suspicion, And into jail was cast,
16. Her sister swore away his life, Without either fear or doubt, Her sister swore away his life, Because he call'd her out.
17. In six weeks after that, This fair maid was found, Coming floating to her brother's door That liv'd in Wexford town.
This establishes a variant of the Wexford tradition which was missing until now. Notice the course rhymes, awkward verbs (That we might conclude a while) and shift from 1st person in stanza 9-- which indicates that this was in no means a professional print writer but more likely the capturing of tradition. I had already postulated the existence of this and other printed reductions before finding it at Google Books.