And, on a sultry summer day,
We found him floating in the linn.
Once as we stood before his door
Smoking, and wondering who should pass,
Then trundling past him in a cart
Came Susan Foy, she won his heart,
She was a gallant lass.
And Billy Blinn conceal’d the flame
That burn’d, and scorch’d his very blood;
But often was he heard to sigh,