| I am a youth that’s inclined to ramble
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| To some foreign country I meen to steer
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| I am loath to part from my friends and comrades
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| And my dear sweatheart, whom I loved dear
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| But there’s one of those I do most admire
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| One her I 'll think when I 'm far away
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| For since fates decreed I am resolved to part her
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| And try my fortune in Americay
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| So farewell darling I must leave you
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| I place great dependence on your constancy
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| That no other young man may gain your favour
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| Or change your mind when I am o’ver the sea
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| For although the seas do separate us
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| And in between us they do rise and fall
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| If fortune favours me you’ll find your Jamie
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| Returning homeward from Americay
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| Oh Jamie dear do you remember
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| When I sat with you for manys the hour
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| And my young fancy away was carried
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| And the bees hummed around on each opening flower
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| But when you’re crossing the western ocean
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| The maid that loved you, you’ll ne’er mind ava
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| And you’ll scarce e’er think upon the maids of Erin
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| For you’ll find strange sweethearts in America
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| Oh Mary dear, I don’t disemble
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| For to all other fair maids I 'll prove untrue
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| And if you think that these are fales promise
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| I 'll leave these vows as a pledge to you
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| That what I have may prove unsuccessful
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| And fortune prove to me a slippery ball
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| That a favoring gale it may n’er blow on me
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| If forsake you in America
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| And to conclude and to end these verses
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| May God profect this young female fair
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| And keep her from every wild embarrassment
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| And of my darling take the greatest care
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| For she’s slow to anger and of kind disposition
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| And her cheeks like roses in June do blaw
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| In my nightly slumbers when e’er I think on her
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| I could court her vision in America |