Thanks, Malcolm. The song in my edition is numbered 66, instead of 64.
THE LAMENTATION OF HUGH REYNOLDS
My name it is Hugh Reynolds I come of honest parents,
Near Caven I was born as you may plainly see
For the loving of a maid One Catherine McCabe
My life has been betrayed She's the dear maid to me.
The country was bewailing my doleful situation,
But still I'd expectation this maid would set me free,
But O, she was ungrateful Her parents prov'd deceitful
An' tho' I'd lov'd her faithful, she's the dear maid to me.
Young men and tender maidens, throughout this Irish nation,
Who hear my lamentation, I hope you'll pray for me;
The truth I will unfold, that my precious blood she sold,
In the grave I must lie cold, she's the dear maid to me.
For now my glass is run, and my last hour is come,
And I must die for love and the height of loyalty!
I thought it was no harm to embrace her in my arms,
Or take her from her parents; but she's the dear maid to me.
Adieu, my loving father, and you, my tender mother,
Farewell, my dearest brother, who has suffered sore for me;
With irons I'm surrounded, in grief I lie confounded,
By perjury unbounded; she's the dear maid to me.
Now, I can say no more; to the Law-board I must go,
There to take my last farewell of my friends and counterie;
May the angels, shining bright, receive my soul this night,
And convey me into heaven to the blessed Trinity.
(From: Colm O Lachlainn, Irish Street Ballads, The Three Candles, , 1967, No. 66, pp. 132-133; with music)
The lyrics are also HERE (Donagh MacDonagh song collection) & HERE, with minor differences. SHE'S A DEAR MAID TO ME is probably sung to the same tune.