From Garyone, my happy home

From Garyone, my happy home,

Full many a weary mile I've come,

To sound of fife and beat of drum,

And more shall see it never.

'Twas there I turn'd my wheel so gay,

Could laugh, and dance, and sing, and play,

And wear the circling hours away

In mirth or peace for ever.

But Harry came, a blithesome boy,

He told me I was all his joy,

That love was sweet, and ne'er could cloy,

And he would leave me never:

His coat was scarlet tipp'd with blue,

With gay cockade and feather too,

A comely lad he was to view;

And won my heart for ever.

My mother cried, dear Rosa, stay,

Ah! Do not from your parents stray;

My father sigh'd, and nought would say,

For he could chide me never:

Yet cruel, I farewell could take,

I left them for my sweetheart's sake,

And came, 'twas near my heart to break

From Garyone for ever.

Buit poverty is hard to bear,

And love is but a summer's wear,

And men deceive us when they swear

They'll love and leave us never:

Now sad I wander through the day,

No more I laugh, or dance, or play,

But mourn the hour I came away

From Garyone for ever.