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N63418 1 its own proper Tune UNKNOWN Its Own Proper Tune HARD was my Lot, for to be shor / by Cupid's cunning Arrow; the Pearl of the Irish Nation. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 468 An Excellent new Song lately composed, / INTITULED, / The PEARL of the Irish Nation. An Excellant new Song lately composed, INTITULED, The PEARL of the Irish Nation. An Excellent new Song lately composed, entitled, The PEARL of the Irish Nation. O'Kelly, Patrick ?-?

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HARD was my Lot, for to be shot by Cupids cunning Arrow; Both Night and Day, I fall away through perfect Grief and Sorrow: To the Hill and Dale I oft reveal, and breath forth my Lamentation; Which I endure for that Virgin pure, the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Her Beauty so bright has dazld my Sight, and alas! my poor Heart it is wounded: No Way can I find for ease my Mind, by Cup[id] I am so wounded: Great is my Pain that I sustain, and sad is my Grief and Vexation; And all for the Sake of a beautiful Dame, the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Though many there be that daily I see, of beautiful charming Creatures, With red rosy Cheeks and ruby Lips, and likewise comely Features: But yet there is none abroad or at home, in Country, Town, or Plantation, That can compare with that Virgin fair, the Pearl of the Irish Nation. No Way can I find to ease my Mind, but speends my Time in weeping: I sigh and I groan, I sob, and moan while others ly by me asleeping. To some lonesome Place Ill go for a Space, and there Ill make my Habitation; Since I cannot gain that beautiful Dame, the pearl of the Irish Nation. I know there is some that think that I mourn, and make my whole Moan for the Lilly; Perhaps is so, but the Case of Wo. is for the Rose that grows in the Valley: Shes rare to be seen like Venus the Queen, for Modesty, Vertue, and Patience: My Heart is inlinkd with that beautiful Pink, the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Alas! there is none can ease my Moan, but only that charming Creature; Her Cheeks like the Rose which sweetly grows hard by the Banks of the Cedar; Her Name to declare this Time I forbear, tho my Heart be filld with Vexation. Yet you may suppose, shes called the Rose. the Pearl of the Irish Nation. These Lines I intended for to have pend, and send to my dearest Jewel, To let her know how great is my Wo, and if that she chance to prove cruel: Like a Pilgrim Ill go through Frost and through Snow Ill forsake my former Station; Since I cannot gain that beautiful Dame, the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Id transport to Spain, from thence to Lorain, Ill oftimes cross the wide Ocean; Since Sorrow and Pain through her Disdain, hath happend to be my Fortune; If Hunger and Cold should on me take hold, or cause me to die in the Station; The Woods shall not ring, nor hear me to sing of the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Though I am sad, yet if that I had
but Part of the Gifts of Ovid, With a willing Mind to what Im inclind, and freely I have disclosed; My Name Ill rehearse and put it in Verse, since I have made a Declaration: For I vow, and I swear, my Heart is insnard by the Pearl of the Irish Nation. P is a Part, and A is an Art, and T is a Teacher of Strangers: R, I, C. is the Number of Three, and K is the Keeper of Chambers; The K shall be King when E cannot reign and L most ly by in his Station; The Y shall be young when it is new sung, shes the Pearl of the Irish Nation. Virgins most kind, when you read these Lines, and ye have the same perused; If I have said ought out of the Way, pray you let me be excused. An Answer pray send to what I have pennd, since I have mad a Declaration; For I vow and swear, my Heart is insnard by the Pearl of the Irish Nation. The Second Part. O Then replyed this beautiful Bride, her Answer it was with Discretion. My Parents they say, will turn me away, if I join with your Prosession Out of this Land, as I understand, theyl turn me where I will see no Man, If I attempt without their Consent to marry a Man thats a Roman. My Dear, said he, if you will agree this Day with me to marry; Theres Gold and Land at your Command, therefore let us not tarry; For let your Friends say what they can; I am obliged to no Man: Theres Gold and Land at your Command; altho I am a Roman. Alas! why do you slight me so? is it for my Religion? You are ungrateful if you do hold me in such Derision: For if all the Grecian Gold were mine, on you I would bestow it: Therefore your Heart to me resign, before your Parents know oft. O then! she said, as I am a Maid, this Day Ill freely marry, Therefore let us not be afraid, let us no longer tarry: For let my Friends say what they can; Ill never be ruld no Man; My Heart and Hands at thy Command altho thou be a Roman. This loving Couple married were, in Plenty, Peace, and Pleasure; Near Castleblany as we hear, enjoying Store and Treasure: This young Man free from Care and Strife, enjoys his charming Jewel; She proves a vertuous loving Wife, altho her Friends were cruel.
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