This text can be found in Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Vol. 19, No. 112, London, April, 1839, page 415, in an article titled "Horæ Catnachianæ." It is also in several broadsides in the Bodleian collection (Roud Number 539):

THE CRUEL FATHER AND AFFECTIONATE LOVERS

It's of a damsel both fair and handsome—
Those lines are true, as I have been told—
Near the banks of Shannon in a lofty mansion,
Her parents claimed great stores of gold.
Her hair was black as a raven's feather.
Her form and features describe who can?
But still 'tis folly belongs to nature;
She fell in love with a servant-man.

Sweet Mary-Ann with her love was walking.
Her father heard them and nearer drew,
And as those true lovers were fondly talking,
In anger home then her father flew.
To build a dungeon was his intention.
To part true love he contrived a plan.
He swore an oath that's too vile to mention.
He'd part that fair one from her servant-man.

He built a dungeon of bricks and mortar,
With a flight of steps, for 'twas under ground.
The food he gave her was bread and water,
The only cheer that for her was found.
Three times a day he did cruel beat her.
Unto her father she thus began:
"If I've transgress'd now my own dear father,
I'll lay and die for my servant-man."

Young Edwin found out her habitation.
'Twas well secured by an iron door.
He vowed in spite of all this nation
To gain her freedom or rest no more.
'Twas at his leisure, he toiled with pleasure
To gain releasement for Mary-Ann.
He gain'd his object and found his treasure.
She cried: "My faithful young servant-man!"

A suit of clothing he bought his lover.
'Twas man's apparel her to disguise,
Saying: "For your sake I'll face your father.
To see me here will him surprise."
When her cruel father brought bread and water,
To call his daughter he then began.
Said Edwin: "Enter; I've clear'd your daughter,
And I will suffer,—your servant-man."

Her father found 'twas his daughter vanish'd.
Then like a lion he did roar.
He said: "From Ireland you shall be banish'd,
Or with my broadsword I'll spill your gore."
"Agreed," said Edwin, "so at your leisure,
Since her I've free'd, now do all you can.
Forgive your daughter; I'll die with pleasure.
The one in fault is your servant-man."

When her father found him so tender-hearted,
Then down he fell on the dungeon floor.
He said: "True lovers should not be parted,
Since love can enter an iron door."
Then soon they joined to be parted never.
To roll in riches this young couple can.
This fair young lady, midst rural pleasure,
Lives blest for ever with her servant-man.