Pat Maguire

You muses nine with me combine,assist my slender quill.
Assist my weary notion to every line I fill,
My name is Pat Maguire, And how can I conceal
For the cruelty of Mary Kays I lie in Lifford gaol.

My parent reared me tenderly and very well its known
They gave me education all for the Church of Rome,
Still thinking they would comfort have with me in future days,
But now I lie in irons for cruel Mary Kays.

When I came from the college, my parents for to see
She did her best endeavors to prove my destiny,
She says "Young Pat Maguire, come join in wedlock bands,
Agree with me and marry me or leave you native land!"

"To marry you Mary,my parents would me blame,
Besides not to be ordained would be a sin and shame,
And in the most holy order I mean to end my life,
So Mary dear, don't persevere, you ne'er can be my wife."

It was on a Sunday morning before the sun did rise,
The cavalry surrounded me unto my great surprise;
The captain said, "Maguire, rise up and do not fail,
For I must do my duty, you are bound for Lifford gaol."

When I did read my commitment I quickly then did send
A letter to Captain Hamilton, I knew he'd be my friend,
Now when he read this letter and answer he sent down,
Saying, "I will bail Maguire if it be ten thousand pound."

When my aged father this answer did receive,
He says "My son and only child, don't be the least dismayed,
For I have money plenty and I will be your friend,
For Sheil's a noble counselor, on him you may depend."

Now to conclude and finish, I'll let the world to see,
In spite of all her interest, the jury set me free,
They let me out of Lifford, in honor I go home,
In hopes to be a member of the Holy Church of Rome.
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