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