The Pearl of the Irish Nation Hard was my lot for to be shot All by Cupid's cunning arrow Thus both Night and Day I fall away It's thro' perfect grief and sorrow Thro' the Hills and Dales I often reveal [?] I sigh and breaths forth my Lamentations: The which I endure for that virgin pure She's the pearl of the Irish Nation This Beauty so bright has Dazled my sight Now alace my poor heart is wounded There's no way I find to ease my mind For by Cupid I am surrounded [obviously a line is missing here] Great and sad is my grief & vexation --and all for the sake of that Beautiful maid She's the pearl of the Irish Nation Tho many there be that daily I see of beautiful charming creatures with red rosie cheeks & Rubie lips and likewise comely features Yet there is none abroad or at home in Country town or plantation that can compare with that maiden fai[r the pearl of the Irish Nation No way can I find to ease my mind but spend my time in weeping I sigh, I groan I sit and moan while others lies by me weeping To some longsom place I'll go for a space there I'll make my habitation since I cannot gain that beautiful [dame the pearl of the Irish Nation I know there is some that thinks I do mow-- and makes all my moan for the Lilly perhaps it is so but the cause of my woe Is for the rose that Grows in the valley It's rare to be seen like Venus the Queen For modest virtue and patience My hearts is link'd to that Beautiful pink The pearl of the Irish Nation Alace! there is none that can ease my moan But only that charming creature With cheeks like the Rose that sweetly grows There by the banks of the Cedar[?] Her name to Declare this time I forbear Tho' my heart is fill'd with vexation Though you may suppose she's called ye rose The pearl of the Irish Nation These lines I intend for to have pen'd And send to my dearest Jewel Thus let her know a part of my woe And if she chance to prove cruel Then a pilgrim I'll go thro frost & thro snow I'll forsake my former station Since I cannot gain that Beautiful Dame The pearl of the Irish Nation I'll travel to spain from thence to Lorrain I'll often times cross the wide ocean Since sorrow and pain thro' her Disdain happened to be my fortune If hunger and cold should on me take hold and cause me to die in this station the woods shall not ring nor hear me to sing of the pearl of the Irish Nation Tho' I be sad (Oh!) if I had some part of the wits of ovid with a willing heart to what I intend-- 'impart' seems right, but my reading it should freely be Disclosed can't be that far off My Name I'll rehearse and there piti-- and to make a Declaration for I vow and I swear my heart is caught here? by the pearl of the Irish Nation P is a part and A is an art [Cap. letters spell out and T is the teacher of strang[ers] PATRICK KELLY ] [R, I] and C is Numbers three And] K is the is the Keeper of Chambers K shall be King when E cannot reign Double] L must ly by in its station Y shall be young when it is New sung sh]e's the pearl of the Irish Nation Vir]gin most kind when you read these b[?][-- probably lines I']d have the same perused If] I have said ought out of the way Pr]ay let my fault be excused An] answer pray send to what I have pe[nned since I have made a Declaration Fo]r I vow and I swear my heart is insnar'd By] the pearl of the Irish Nation The Modest Maid Reply Th]en Reply'd this this [sic] Beautiful Bride He]r answer was with Discretion M]y parents they say they'll turn me away If] I join with your profession Out of this land as I understand they'll send me where I'll se [sic] no man [there if that I attemp [sic] without their conse[nt to marry a man that is a Roman, My Dear said he if thou wilt agree this Day with me for to marry, there is gold and land at your Command therfor no longer tarry for let your friends say what they will I am not obliged to no man I will prove faithful to you still altho I be a Roman Alas why do you slight me so is it for my religion You are ungratfull if you do so hold me in such Derision if all the grecian gold were mine on you I would bestow it then for your heart to me resign befor your parents know it O then said she as I am a maid with you I'll freely marry I will no longer be afraid Therfor let us not tarry I know my parents wish me slight A]nd say I will be ruled by no man turn me quite out of there [sic] sight For] marrying a man thats a Roman Text from NLS MS 6299, f. 63, 1740-50. Erratic indentations make it impossible to guess how much might be hidden under left margins, anything from about zero to five letters. On left side pages it is the ends of long lines that are missing. There is printed copy of this song that I have not seen, British Library, Roxburghe Collection, Vol. III, p. 468 (Ebsworth's contents listing, <<Roxburghe Ballads>>, VIII, p. 185) Donal O'Sullivan (<<The Bunting Collection>>, Irish Folk Song Society, JIFSS, XXVI, 1927-32. Part IV, 1932), found the alternative title "Pearl of the Irish Nation" in Edw. Bunting's MSS for a tune printed by Bunting in his 1809 work as "The charming fair Eily". Bunting used the tune as a setting for one of Thomas Campbell's immitations of old ballads, "Lord Ullin's Daughter", (but without its usual title). O'Sullivan also gave an undated Gaelic song found amongst Bunting's papers, and gave a literal translation of it. He also noted what may be the original Gaelic song in Edinburgh Univ. Libr variants of the third and eleventh verses of our song here, with the tune in <<Old Irish Folk Music and Songs>>, p. 25, 1909, but said they were written by Patrick Kelly (see next to last verse of 1st part) at the beginning of the 19th century, but did he mean 18th? There is another tune, "The Pearl of the Irish Nation", in 4/4 time, in <<The Roche Collection>>, Vol. III, no. 29, 1927, but it does not seem to be related to that here, and does not fit our verses. tune:PERLIRN, from Joyce WBO OCT98
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