I am Dicky of Ballyman;
An honest lad, though I am poor,—
I never was in love before.
“I have an uncle, the best of friends,
Sometimes to me a fat rabbit he sends;
And many other dainty fowl,
To please my life, my joy, my soul.
“Sometimes I reap, sometimes I mow,
And to the market I do go,
To sell my father’s corn and hay,—