Love, farewell!
The mother cries, “Boys, do not wrong me;
Ye wouldn’t take my daughter from me?
If ye do, I will torment yees,
And after death my ghost will haunt yees.”
Love, farewell!
Och, Judy, dear! ve’r young and tender—
When I’m away, ye’ll not surrender;
But hould out like an ancient Roman,
And I’ll make you an honest woman.