The Irish lasses letter, or, Her earnest request to Teague her dear-joy to an excellent new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B24866 of text R41428 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B24866 Wing I1039 ocm 31355332

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo The Irish lasses letter, or, Her earnest request to Teague her dear-joy : to an excellent new tune. n/a 1688 2 550 0 0 0 1 0 0 181.82 F The rate of 181.82 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-07 Sampled and proofread 2014-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE IRISH Lasses LETTER : OR , Her Earnest Request to TEAGUE her DEAR-JOY . To an Excellent New TUNE . I. TO my Dear-Joy dis Letter I Write , for a Return as soon as you can , Why did you leave Kilkany to Fight , valiantly like de brave Souldier-man ? Ever since we have been parted , never a day of Joy can I see ; I still am Tormented , and can't be contented , O my fine Teague , A-gra magh cree . II . In Usquebaugh thy Health do I Drink , with whom I have so long been in League , Oh! by my Shoul , I am ready to sink , every time I tink on my Teague : Sure dere's none alive can blame me , dat all my Care and Sorrow's for dee ; I fear in de Battle , when Cannons do Rattle , My Teague shou'd be slain , A-gra magh cree . III . Wou'd I had gone wid dee my Dear-Joy , better it is den Languishing here , Dat I might help dy Foes to destroy , willing I am to Dye wid my Dear : Through de World I 'de freely wander , so dat I might have dy Company ; Now here in Kilkany , my Sorrows are many , For want of my Teague , A-gra magh cree . IV . Here am I left an Innocent Maid , my Dearest Joy , in Grief to abide ; O dat I might have been dy Comrade , every day to march be dy side : Wid my Musket on my Shoulder , in my conceit I happy shou'd be ; By Chreest and St. Patrick , I 'd make dy foes heart ake , I 'de venture my Life for my Gra magh cree . V. Dost tow not know , I am of dat stamp , dat will not fear a glittering sword , I can as freely follow de Camp , as de young page his Soveraign Lord , While de Trumpets dey are Sounding ; I Shall rejoyce Love being wid de , Derefore now pitty my sorrowful Ditty ; send for me over , my gra magh cree . VI . If dat Dou wilt , but give me dy graunt , den Vou'd I hasten to dee wid speed , 't is not de Foes dat ever can daunt , I dat am of de true Martial breed , Do de Cannons roar like Thunder , I 'd never fear , Love , being wid dee ; For here I am grieved , and can't be relieved , except I come to my own gra magh cree . VII . And in dy Tent my Teague I 'll embraish , when dat we are returned from fight , Nay and thou shalt make Bush on my faish , tashting of more dain common delight , Send me derefore now an Ansher , wheder or no I shall come to dee , Do but dis favour , I 'd love dee for ever . my Dearest Teague , a-gra magh cree .

With Allowance .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner .