When she got the money, to Riley she did run, This very night, to take your life, my father charged his gun, Here is one thousand pounds in gold, my mother sent to you, Sail off unto America, and there I’ll follow you. When Riley got the money, next day he sail’d away, When he got his foot on board, these words she did say, Here is a token of my love, and we’ll break it in two, You’ll have my heart, and half my ring, until I find out you. It was in twelve months after, she was walking by the sea, When Riley he came back again, and took his love away, The ship was wrecked, all hands were lost, her father grieved full sore, Found her in Riley’s arms, and they were drown’d upon the shore. They found a letter in her breast, and it was wrote in blood, Saying, Cruel was my father that thought to shoot my love; So let this be a warning to all you fair maidens gay, Never to send the man they love upon the raging sea. _YOUNG WILLIAM._ YOUNG William for honour and fame went to sea, And many a battle and storm weathered he, But, the wars being over, he homeward returned, For love of his Mary in his bosom did burn. Faithful and true was the youth. With a heart light and buoyant to Mary did haste, With joy she wept, and her William embraced, Of his parents he asked, and she mournfully sighed, That home, once your joy, is, now, wretched, she cried, Your parents are bowed down in grief. Scarce one short month of your absence was spent, When the Landlord’s vile agent seized on them for rent, Sold their cow, all they had, for a twelve months’ arrears, Nor heeded their anguish, but laughed at their tears, No succour, alas! could I bring. Oh, Mary, cried William, while his tears fast did flow, This night to my parents, disguised I will go, In the morning what rapture through their bosoms will run, When they find that the stranger is William, their son, For they know not from sea, I’ve returned. He went as a stranger, admittance did crave, As a stranger, a welcome from them he received, How chang’d was his father, once healthy and neat, His mother thro’ want, could scarce move from her seat. And want seem’d to dwell in each face. Some gold from his purse on his father he prest, Took his leave for the night and retired to rest, Alas! from his pillow he never rose more, Before morning sun beamed, he was dead in his gore. He died by the hand of his sire. Ah! see, in the morning, poor Mary she came, And asks for her lover, her William, by name, Our William’s not here both the parents replied, Oh yes! smiled Mary, he came here disguised. As a stranger, he’s dwelling with you.