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KEAYRT va mee aeg,
As mish ta mee shenn;
Keayrt va daa sweetheart aym,
Agh nish cha vel nane.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Son ta graih mie ayn,
Agh ta foast graih sie.
Keayrt hug mee graih da ben aeg,
As ve’h graih rouyr vie.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Va billey beg gaase
Ayns garey my ayrey;
V’eh skeaylley ny banglaneyn
Eckey foddey as lhean.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
V’eh goll-rish ben aeg shen,
V’eck rouyr deiney-soorey;
Cha row fys eck ayns ee keeayll
Er quoi jeu dy reih.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Dy beigns er ye maree,
Walkal ayns y garey.
0 ! dy beigns er ye maree
Ny hoie ec y thie.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Jeeaghyn ny pinkyn,
As roseyn as daisyn,
Va mee seiaghey ayns shen,
Marish my graih veen.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Tra va shin paitchyn,
Va shln dy mennick cloie,
As fo yn billey banglanagh
Va shin kinjagh soie.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
Agh tra daase dee seose,
Yn ben aeg foalsey,
Hie ee magh fud ny sleih,
As yeigh me mooie.
Kys ta ny guillyn aegey
Hurranse liorish mraane!
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ONCE I was young,
And now I am old;
Once I had two sweethearts, but
Now there is not one.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of women !
For there is good love.
But there’s also bad love.
Once I loved a young woman,
And ‘twas too good love.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of women!
A little tree grew
In my father’s garden;
It was spreading its branches
Out both far and wide.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of women!
‘Twas like a young woman,
Who’d too many lovers;
She had no sort of ideat
Which of them to choose.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of women!
Would I had been with her,
Walking in the garden,.
0 ! would that I had been with her,
Sitting in the house.
How young striplings suffer by
By the wiles of women!
Looking at the pinks,
And roses and daisies,
I was sitting down there,
With my dear love.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of woman!
When we were children,
We were often playing,
And under the branching tree
Were often sitting.
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of women!
But when she grew up,
The false young damsel,
She went into the world,*
And deserted me.f
How young striplings suffer by
The wiles of woman!
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