In a small vale
in Derry county
there dwells
a teenage beauty.
With her bluish eyes
and graceful sighs
my Rosy is the best.
Alas I'm in a situation
dwelling in trepidation
for she may
have found another
through the influence
of her brother.
Oh a calamity
there would be
if she was to go
away from me....
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