Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 2, Issue 8, Page 10

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18You must get unto me an acre of land,Betwfxj the salt sea and the sea water strand.You must plough it with Adams horn,And then sow it over with one hub of corn.You must sheer it with one peacocks feather,And then bind it up in the song of another.You must stock it on yonder sea,And bring the shell sheaf dry unto me.It is when you have done and finished your work,Ev.ry rose grows bonny in timeYou may call unto me for your cambric shirt.A then I wiU be a sweet beer of thin,,.In singing this ballad the lines in italics are inserted and varied accordingto the sense, to come in as second and fourth of each stanza.I Song from Co. Down.jJjjfJj Jie 1U4 ririurUIrUJU-F II fflJt i.11 tThis beautiful Ulster folk song was collected from Annie Moore, of Dromore, Co. Down.She learnt it from her mother. It is beautifully conceived, and may have been thework of an accomplished bard and harper. 0. M. Fox.Songs from Bunting mss.ThIs air and fragment I publish for the first time, and have selected three airs,namely, Murrisk, Version of The Coulin, and Oh, Gus Niel, from the Buntingpapers. C. M. Fox.liIIJ I1 I1rrrIrIJfliJii1..2A Aye 16( 9((4D /i(P1JOH, GUS NIEL.Oh, the swan is like my jewel; her skin is so fair,Her locks are like diamonds in ti.esses rare.If her friends did but choose it, with Niambs leave,I would soon be her courtier and fortune brave.V

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